The cloud became dark and vicious. The bags of dust in the air made the sunlight look as if it has never penetrated them. The clanging sounds of the swords echoed endlessly, as the smell of sweat and blood made the air feel even thicker than it already is. It was hard to breathe in, making it even harder to maintain anyone's focus.
"Damn it! If this keeps going, then my men—" not bothering to finish his own sentence, the Duke dodged his enemy's diagonal slash. "Ahh!" he winced, as the foe was able to graze him, unable to completely dodging the slash.
Damn, that hurts! Duke Conan Arvendon cursed as he took a step back. Staggering.
"What's the matter, Duke?" asked the foe in a very provocative manner. He maintained intent eye contact with Duke Conan. He waited for Duke Conan to make his next move but just stood there staring back at him when slowly the corner of his lips rose. He smirked.
