The Emergence of Trevor
Gerald's POV
The air was thick with tension, the heat of battle rising with each passing moment, as the two warriors approached each other, their swords gleaming in the sunlight, their muscles tensed, ready for the inevitable clash.
"Fight!" I shouted, my voice a battle cry, a call to arms, as the warriors lunged forward, their swords clashing together, the impact echoing through the training ground like thunder, the sound reverberating in my chest.
The warriors stepped back, circling each other like predators stalking their prey, their eyes fixed on their opponent, their swords raised, ready to strike.
"Go harder!" I demanded, my voice a low, dangerous growl, my hands clenched into fists at my sides, as the warriors charged again, their movements swift, precise, like lightning striking the earth, the fury of the heavens unleashed.
