Sparks from metallic clashes continually burst forth in the midnight alley, occasionally punctuated by a few dull sounds of choking.
People kept falling, their deaths staining the hard, cold ground a lurid red. Yet, the battle showed no sign of ending. Charlemagne's Land of First Virtue had become a battlefield, drenched in gruesome bouts of weaponry and bloodshed.
Having said that, the combatants were careful not to disturb the rest of their fellow residents. They'd purposely selected this deserted old apartment block as their battleground, and even the magic and weapons they used were as quiet as possible.
Their tactics didn't allow for grandiose displays or dialogues; such ostentation was their utmost taboo.
