Knight Order:
Viking.
Mountain training area.
The harsh blizzard rushed through the valleys like a chaotic wave.
But even such a destructive force of nature couldn't help but change directions as waves of essence clashed with its momentum.
Atop a flattened mountain range, two shadowy figures under the white storm engaged in mortal combat.
The clashes of their swords alone melted the surrounding blizzard, creating a mist-like effect around them, then quickly changing back as more of the blizzard continued to cover the battlefield.
And if they weren't directly clashing with each other, they would send out countless waves of essence blades, to the point that it overwhelmed the environment around them, creating a light show that reflected and refracted the crescents of light.
Then... it stopped.
"You're really taking advantage of this blizzard, coward!" Yaromech screamed at the howling storm.
