"It's Michael, the Heir of Crazy Necromancer v/s Krutos, the Gentle sword!!"
With a loud announcement from the commentator, both contestants entered the arena.
They stood against each other, both scaling up the other, they had what seemed to be a staring contest, as though the first one to break away would undoubtedly lose this match.
Michael obviously had a smirk plastered on his face as he gave an irritating stare at Krutos before summoning his black sword.
Krutos, a man in loose robes holding a blood-red sword, was glaring at him menacingly. He looked as if you curb-stomped his puppy 4 years ago and only now found the attacker after searching for years. To say he was in a rage would be putting it lightly. If looks could kill, Michael would have been dead fifteen times over already.
