"Look, they are fighting again...." A distant but familiar voice echoed in the darkness.
"That poor baby, they always do this," a defeated sigh was heard. "See, I told you we shouldn't keep the baby near these two."
"That's a powerless human baby, why are they still going at it near him is beyond me."
A loud clash was heard as two beings moved in which no eyes could follow, even the full moon hardly kept up with the two of them. Space was distorting and trees were falling left and right as they broke the barrier of sound every time they moved.
The relentless pursuit between the two of them was determined. A hunter versus a hunter. The air was suffocating but the baby under the lunar's grace was giggling inside the basket, on top of a stone. His feet were kicking and his cute little mouth continuously revealed the teeth that he got none of yet. His thin hair was combed through by the gale of the clash but the baby felt nothing but a joyful heart.
