Prolouge
The two knights stand apart. Neither makes a move. They stand as still as statues, one wrong move then death. The air is trembling with energy between them. One knight is covered with gold armor and holy flames surrounding him. The other gleaming crimson blood armor and a frost aura. Both wielding a single blade. They rush each other with impossible speed. Both swords glow with great light from their wielder’s power. Their blades slam into each other. The sound from the collision is deafening, the ringing shakes the ground beneath them. Fire and ice shoot out, scaring the land around them. They jump back, setting up for another attack. One raises their sword and shouts “Blood has never meant anything to me” Then brings it slamming down, shattering sounds echo out.
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