The sound of weapons and armour violently clashing filled the air.
Don! Don! Don!
Two men, one with the appearance of a handsome elf and the other a bipedal tiger monster from the Jabrak Kingdom were engaged in battle, their weapons and claws showing not the slightest sign of mercy.
Sharpened blade edges would narrowly miss vital areas as the two dodged one another's blows.
The ground around them was covered in deep fractures and crevasses as a result of their physical exertions and their originally pristine attire, (one more than the other) was drenched in blood.
Wounds galore covered nearly every inch of Bacchus yet despite his injuries and his immense pain his face still showed a bright smile and the grip around his massive axe was as solid as ever.
With his vision locked onto Frost, Bacchus roared from the depths of his lungs, spewing out blood as he once again charged with his axe raised above his head.
Schwing! Squelch!
