Falken Twilight stood tall on the mountaintop, his steel-grey eyes locked onto the four-armed, hulking figure of Matumba. With his silver mane waving in the wind, the leader of the Twilight Clan looked more like a god of war, his very presence radiating an aura of invincibility.
The duel had begun. A quiet tension hung in the air as the two gods faced each other, each one measuring the other's strengths and weaknesses.
Meanwhile, the battle raged on among the lower ranks as well, the high vantage point of the mountain stronghold allowed the Twilight Clan to utilise their longer weapons effectively. With their long-reaching javelins, they skewered the approaching mercenaries like kebabs, keeping them at bay, but slowly yet surely the enemies forced them back through sheer numbers alone as the Twilight clan lost ground at a slow but consistent speed.
