Kaelen's breathing was ragged as he gripped the two unfamiliar chained blades, each weapon was attached to one of his palms by a length of dark, pulsing chain. His muscles tensed with pain and anticipation. The twin blades felt foreign in his grip, heavy and unyielding, as though they didn't belong to him. He tightened his hold on the hilts, trying to find balance, but the chains clinked ominously against the ground, dragging behind him as if weighing him down.
Across from him, the fiery figure stood poised with its twin dark swords, the black flames were licking the edges of its blades with a sinister intensity. The figure seemed more in control, more refined with its weapons, while Kaelen still struggled to wield his own.
'Sure, this seems fair...'
