The dark and white suns in the sky shone brightly, abnormally closer to each other than before as if merging. Their edges touched, shining a pale grey light on the arena that progressively expanded with the passing seconds.
Yellow grains of sand, brown rocks, black and red blood. All colors deemed losing contrast.
And yet no one paid attention to it.
Speechless, the orc crowd had their eyes glued on the two figures fighting at the center of the arena, unwilling to miss a drop of the action.
They had never seen the Khan fight seriously before, not to that extent at least. Both man and orc's weapons spew sparks with each collision. The wind itself seemed to flee for dear life with sudden shock waves produced by Aito's skill, creating clouds of sand and dust.
Even if they looked carefully, the crowd missed 2 out of 3 blows.
