They heard a thunderclap, then three explosions and the two warriors they were looking at: clashed.
Saber against spear, elf against human, a deadly dance of magic, steel, and fire had started.
Valeron the white knight, a hero between his kind, blessed by High Heaven, against Viktor the wielder of Hell's fire, leader of the black knights, the man Valeron considered a villain. Each one was the reflection of the other, tween souls that should have been friends.
It started to rain.
The white knight dodged the saber with elegance, trying to gain a bit of space, but the swordsman didn't give him the chance to do so; however, the spearman was skilled and managed to accomplish his goal while hitting his foe on the stomach, pushing him back a few steps.
Two explosions more were heard as the m
