Today, the snowy winds seemed agreeable as if knowing a dangerous battle would soon come underway.
The forest was quieter, with only the faint sounds of the crumbling snow whistling underneath the feet of the opposing duo bearing each other with calm smiles hiding heavy murderous intent.
They hadn't even fought, yet their auras could freeze a vicious tsunami on the spot.
Both men wore elegant robes, and pants that portrayed their readiness to fight.
Death wore black while his opponent wore dark ocean blue.
This was a competition to the death.
.
Although poison wasn't off limits, it was seen as a coward's way of ending things.
Thus, both parties didn't lace their weapons with poison.
'He is strong.'
Death thought, carefully examining his open from head to toe.
Both men wore masks, so it was hard to see what each other looked like.
