The roar of the waterfall was like the ringing of golden cavalry on a battlefield, pounding out one wave of war drums after another in the depths of the secluded rainforest.
The two sides faced off, with tensions high and weapons drawn, suggesting that a struggle was inevitable and a great battle was about to erupt.
"Stubborn fool."
The old man said mockingly, yet with a sense of eager relief.
As he uttered these words, his body had already sprung into action.
Twin curved blades appeared beneath his wrists, and with a powerful stomp, he launched himself into the air, spinning towards the twin young women with a slash.
The young man let out a fierce smile as both his hands morphed into the shape of purple warhammers, lifting a boulder the size of a person and slamming it towards the women before lunging after it.
Their assault was swift and lethal, and seemingly rehearsed countless times, their coordination flawless.
