The sun hung high in the sky, casting a scorching heat over the training grounds.
Sweat glistened on Xander's and Rylan's shirtless bodies, trickling down their skin as they stood face to face.
Rylan gripped a sword in his hands, his posture steady and calm.
Xander, on the other hand, stood with fists clenched, his stance firm, ready to strike with nothing but his bare hands and legs.
The air around them was thick with tension.
Both of them had been sparring for quite some time, their muscles aching but their determination unwavering.
Xander moved first.
He charged forward, his fists flying in quick succession, aiming straight for Rylan's chest.
Rylan raised his sword, blocking the blows with practiced precision.
His feet shifted in the dirt, barely managing to keep up with Xander's relentless attacks.
The clash of fist against steel echoed through the grounds.
