The hour flew out of our hands like the wind; without realizing it, the minutes passed and the time for combat had arrived.
So that we could all enjoy it, the referees decided to celebrate one and then the other, with a single, larger playing field so that everything would be more spectacular...
The two warriors stood in opposite directions. Shiro had recovered his Katana for combat; no other weapon was seen. Karslan sported two exquisitely decorated long swords, one red on its hilt, with a few metal teeth protruding from the blade. The other sword was simpler, but it gave off a more dangerous aura...
Karslan's muscles were in sustained tension, the veins in his neck and temple were throbbing, and his gaze was covered with the determination of a warrior who always fights seriously.
The silence in the atmosphere was a symptom of the anticipation for the fight. The referee gave the start signal.
