On a wide training ground:
Two handsome princes stood poised for a duel.
One, Prince Raymond, the witch halfling, with his piercing gaze, straight back, tall figure and ink black hair. The other, Prince Roland, the vampire halfling, with his aristocratic features, sinister smirk, arrogant stance and crimson eyes.
Raymond's lithe form moved with the grace of a panther, his fingers tracing intricate patterns in the air as he summoned fire magic.
Roland, in contrast, exuded an aura of cold elegance, his movements fluid and precise as he unsheathed his silver-edged sword.
Raymond unleashed a torrent of fireballs, each one crackling with raw energy. Roland met the onslaught with a deadly dance, his sword flashing through the air with blinding speed. The clash of steel against magic filled the air.
Raymond's witch fire danced around Roland, but the vampire halfling remained unscathed, his supernatural speed and agility allowing him to evade the flames. Roland lunged forward, his sword aimed at Raymond's heart, but Raymond conjured a shield of shimmering ice, deflecting the blow with ease.
The duel continued, with Raymond's potent and unpredictable magic and Roland's unmatched swordsmanship and speed, the onlookers were at the edge of their seats.
Raymond cunningly, with a swift incantation, summoned a swarm of bees that distracted Roland. Seizing the opportunity, Raymond unleashed a powerful blast of witch fire, Roland barely managed to evade.
Roland approached Raymond at lightning speed, his expression a mixture of grimace and triumph. "Your skills are not as formidable, younger brother," he said.
"But in this battle, my magic proved stronger." Raymond rebutted with a lazy shrug, his voice dry and his face expressionless.
With that, the battle between the witch halfling and vampire halfling continued, the onlookers began to groan in exasperation.
"Captain Reed, they've been ' sparring' for quite a while now, I – I think we should stop them before they seriously hurt each other", said Prince Rollins as he watched the duel getting a little too serious.
"I really cannot understand how 'spar' became a fight to death; they are fighting like enemies," Prince Richard sighed dramatically.
Captain Reed shook his head, "Rollins, Darcy, up to you", he said, with a helpless sigh.
Simultaneously, the other two witch halfling, Rollins and Darcy rose from their seats, they exchanged a glance and nodded, before stretching out their arms at the two loggerhead princes.
After a while of mumbling their lips, glowing balls burst from their palms and flew in the prince's direction.
BOOM!
The two loggerhead princes were propelled in opposing directions as the four fireballs fused and exploded.
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