The clash of swords echoing in the air could be heard as you and Alhaitham were face to face on the battlefield. Your elements clashed, creating elemental reactions with each strike. Despite the adversarial circumstances, there's an unspoken feeling that neither of you dared to acknowledge.

"You're persistent," Alhaitham hisses though his gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing with irritation as he struggled against the force of your blade. "Always charging in blindly, as if recklessness is a substitute for skill," he scoffed, yet despite the aggression in his tone, you could sense that there was a reluctance in his each strike.

As your swords clashed, the proximity between you and him grows uncomfortably close. Hatred burned in your eyes, mirroring the resentment that had built up between you both over the years. However, there's a flicker, a brief moment where the proximity stirred a different kind of tension—one that blurs the lines between enemies and something more. ‎ Feeling uncomfortable as your eyes lock together, Alhaitham breaks the deadlock, pushing you away and creating distance between your blades for a moment.