The two warriors now faced each other, carrying the burden of their respective empires' pride on their shoulders.
The sharpened blade of Harkan's spear and the gleaming prongs of Rudra's trident invigorated the grand banquet hall.
"Ready?" asked the black pantherkin.
"Always." replied Rudra confidently.
Swoosh!
Whoosh!
Both their figures disappeared, and before the onlookers could detect them...
Bang!
Clang!
Clink!
The noises of sharp metallic weapons clashing resounded in the hall as mere mirages of their figures came into sight.
Harkan did not want to repeat the mistake of the previous challenger, nor did he overestimate his own strength.
Rudra had already showcased his immeasurable might with a single swing, so Harkan also started his own onslaught, each swing carrying his full force.
Soon, a whirlwind started circling the banquet hall as Harkan rotated his spear on his back while arching below; the diameter formed by the spear added more numbers to his swings.
