What awaites there, at the small plateau nestled within the forest that has grown to the slopes of the mountain, is a dance of death that humanity has all but forgotten.
A single spear, wielded by a knight in green, lunges forward like a bullet, aimed by bestial eyes that show no mercy or humanity within them - almost like those of an animal that only lives for battle. His mouth is split into a wide grin, enthusiasm and joy clear from his face, as the knight steps forward to kill his opponent with a single thrust of his weapon that's colored as if mercury.
But, opposing him, is a warrior in red.
And as he steps forward, his hands shoot up, drawing lines of mirror-sheen glint into the twilight air of Ghostwood.
He does not permit the attack.
Two weapons strike at once, deflecting the thrust almost with casual ease.
Sparks explode within the forest, illuminating the battleground before Vier's eyes.
With a rough, barking laughter, the knight in green jumps back, easily clearing over five meters with a simple leap that brings him to an advantegous position to a spear user once more. At the same time, he reaches for the second spear at his back, an argent and golden tool of death that almost hungers for sunlight with how it shines.
However, even that is not permitted.
A flurry of sharp projectiles is released with a swing of the arm of the red warrior, becoming almost like bullets shot out of a machine gun. The bladed weapons pierce the air with a whistling sound, forcing the green knight to defend himself. He spins the spear around, making the weapon ricochet off and blast into the forest. One of them pierces deep into the tree not far away from where Vier is, and she is able to finally see the shape of the weapon.
A dagger.
Shaped like a cross.
Almost like a hunting knife, yet not quite.
What even was that...?
"Hah, hahaha... You're really something, aren't you? Not a single word, but that grim determination... I love it!"
The knight in green laughs roughly at his opponent. Not to mock him, but to praise him. The wild beast in form of a human that is Lobo - The King of Currumpaw is in his truest element here, surrounded by crashing blades and smell of imminent blood. The wild look in his eyes is that of a man who is loving every single second of the death-defying dance that he and his opponent have entered into, not caring for a motivation or a reason.
For him, it's enough that this battle is happening right here and now.
"My spear won't stop hungering, you know---!?"
".................."
The man who opposes the knight in green couldn't be any more different.
If anything, he is an assassin in red - a crimson warrior with a glare that could pierce through one's heart and seize it in a single instant.
As Lobo rushes forward, his spear prepared and poised for an attack, the man - still clinging to the tree like a lizard after having jumped there - wordlessly drew another set of those strange knives of his and prepared to meet his opponent head on. There was certain sense of coldness that emanated from the man, almost to the point that he felt unreal, warping the atmosphere around him. Laying her eyes on him, Vier could feel something almost familiar from the man.
Yes, in a sense, looking at him... it was almost like looking at one of the guns that she carried.
This man was a weapon.
With a machine-like determination.
Nothing more.
"---------!"
Then, cutting into those thoughts, the forest once more rang loud on the sounds of battle.
As two combatants met in the midst of clearing, weaving themselves a web of death in form of weapons thrusting, slashing, deflecting and parrying!