Ellifis and Zearus stood not too far from each other on a dry, red rocky plain, the wind gently greeted them and harmonized with the atmosphere.
Zearus looked around, "are you really serious about fighting me?"
"Why else would I bring you here?"
"You can't beat me?"
"We won't know until we fight"
"Stoop- "
𝑺𝒍𝒂𝑺𝒉𝒉!
His head fell off his neck and rolled on the ground, Ellifis was not holding a visible sword but both his hands were situated as though he just sheathed back his sword.
"You seriously are impatient" Zearus' head on the ground talked.
'Of course... I knew that would not be enough'
