Dominating the Prophecy
Two long sticks repeatedly collided, while the contenders moved in a circle, studying each other. They were in a large circular room, with high walls decorated with bas-reliefs depicting battle scenes and two stone benches, one opposite the other. On one of them, two large towels lied. Both fighters were wearing a black jumpsuit featuring protections in the most delicate points of the body, and a protective helmet on their heads with the visor down. Suddenly, one of them shot his stick rapidly until it touched the opponent’s shoulder and the wielder burst into an exclamation of victory.
The loser took his helmet off with a gesture of annoyance, revealing his short white hair and his well-kept goatee.
“That doesn’t seem respectful to your Archon, Disao,” Ragon com
