The time slipped through their fingers like the wind, without realizing it, the minutes passed and the moment of combat had arrived.
So that we could all enjoy it, the referees decided to hold one fight first 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 retrieved his Katana for combat, no other weapon was visible. Karslan sported two exquisitely decorated long swords, one was red on its hilt, with metal teeth sticking out of the blade. The other sword was simpler, but gave off a more dangerous aura.
Karslan's muscles were in sustained tension, the veins in his neck and temple throbbed, 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 expectation for the fight. The referee gave the start signal.
