The crisp clang of steel sent an unwilling gush of wind across the medium length tufts of fresh green grass in a ring.
To the common eye, only yellow sparks registered in sight every second as the noise persisted, a certain weight and depth to them.
The background of three mansions, with the one in the middle looking oh so grand, was captivating, but if anyone was here to witness this ongoing spar in all its exceptional glory, they would have blurred out all the surroundings to focus with rapt attention on the participants.
A second later, two figures seemed to emerge from a particularly frightening spark akin to a tongue of fire, and stand in opposite directions, both their stances low.
