Ching, clang. Miss, bang. Metal to metal, metal of fate. This is the sound of sinful war. This is the sound of sinful war-lords.
Deadly hate, bloody bait. Art of war, great for lore. Love must wait, for death to abate.
Void-Wind quickly began to assail the warlock, using intricate attacks to get past the Devil-Sworn's defenses, and he succeeded in cutting the warlock's leg. But the falx is not built for defense, and he had to use all of his agility to survive a flurry of strikes from the warlock. Ching! Void-Wind's attack hits the armor of his opponent, and metal meets metal. The warlock strikes Void-Wind's side, and pain blooms. Void-Wind falls, and strikes through a gap in the Warlock's armor. The warlock screams a victory call, before realizing his opponent has wounded him. They are both on the ground, Void-Wind stabs his falx into the heart of the warlock, and everything goes black.
Duel of art, duel of death. Duel of hate, vengeance and wrath. Two warring tribes have peace, when one's champion dies, and brings unity.
Next week's post, will be camping.
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