Mitch and Malvis found themselves wandering in a town filled with festivities and competitiveness. People who were different from each other were sharing food, laughing with their friend's jokes, and having bouts.
In a small arena where countless people are cheering for the person, they placed their bets on. Their loud voices could be heard meters away, and everybody was just so lively.
Two men were on the stage, each holding a weapon they were used to wielding and had mastered. They had the same build but were different in height. One was bald, and one had highlighted white hair.
Walking in circles, eyeing their opponent, the two of them patiently waited and analyzed the person in front of them. None of them had faced each other before, but they were well aware of what their foe could do.
"How long are you two gonna make us wait? Just fight already damnit!"
