Blades clash in the Night.
Sparks light up the night , illuminating the carnage of the War.
Two figures clash with speed and ferocity, one a Giant of a man that is wielding a katana and a heavy dark armour with a white helmet upon which two black horns sit. The other a smaller man with hare ears wielding his crimson spear. His black jacket not portraying his origin nor age.
"hmph, you are surprisingly adept with a spear, to be able to keep up with a garlean body with no ease." The body of Zenos yae Galvus rumbles, while trying to decapitate his Viera quarrel.
The Auburn haired dragoon does not reply has he dodges the strike meant to kill him, after ducking the slash he feints a leg-sweep but has "Zenos" jumps the Viera tries to go for a killing blow himself.
" Those that waste their time talking in combat are the ones that aren't focused, only talk to either provoke OR to stall for time!" "That's one of the many reason the old man taught me." Madeen thought as he barely misses his counter attack.
"Give up now, neither you nor the Bringer of Light will leave this battlefield alive."
"We'll see!" with these words the dragoon took to the air again to rain down on his opponent to protect his sister, whatever the cost.
