• The sun was rising over the cliff-face. Two male figures stood seemingly on the thin edge of black paper. Their weapons held high as they begun to charge at each other, the blade of a sword and the twin blades of an axe shining in the rising sun each clash echoing through the wilderness, neither holding back in their battle, with at least two swings the axe-master knocked his opponent off balance but to his surprise the foe leaped backwards before performing a 360 barrel roll-thrust towards him. Making him take a fair few defensive steps backwards, after a strong parry, just deflecting the blow from the swordsman's attack.

    Now the swordsman was on the offensive, swinging wildly but in a rhythm each swing as fluid as the last. After a second thrust he leapt upwards crashing down on top of the axe-master with a great force, channeling all of his might into the blow. After what seemed to be an explosion of power from this clash the axe-master burst into laughter, revealing that he parried the blow perfectly now balancing the swordsman on his axe-edge he swung him back into the air, now preparing for a counter-attack.

    With extreme use of his weight behind the swing the axe-master begins to spin wildly, before cutting into the ground to store the built up power, before unleashing it in a mighty upwards swing at the now falling Swordsman, but while he wasn't paying attention the swordsman was also preparing for a final attack, unleashing all his force into a final slice at the Axe-Master their weapons collided, they shattered at the sheer force of impact, scattering into the sky like a thousand tiny crystaline shards As the swordsman landed on his feet he patted the Axe-Master on the back, as they walked off towards the town...After all it was just a practise.