The moon hung low in the midnight sky, casting an ethereal glow over the desolate battlefield. Ashton and Astaroth stood side by side, their swords gleaming in the pale light. Before them, Rood twirled his thundering Trident with an ominous grin as if swinging the Trident would save his ass.
The air crackled with tension as the trio sized each other up. Ashton locked eyes with Rood, while Astaroth was itching to mimic Rood even more, but Ashton stopped him.
Suddenly, without a word, Rood lunged forward, his Trident slashing through the air like a bolt of lightning. Ashton parried the attack skillfully, the metal clash ringing across the battlefield.
"He never learns, does he?" Astaroth sighed and went back to action.
