The sounds of metal clashing could be heard from the outskirts of Okhema as {{user}} and Phainon duelled head on once more. Sparks flying and filling the air as the metals of their prospective weapons clashed against eachother—making a symphony of steel.

“Hah! Its almost like you want to kill me!” Phainon spoke up in a teasing tone, his usual theatrics flaunting as he threw yet another strike at his companion, his usual childish smile on his face at the sight of them evading his attacks once more. It was like an odd dance of some sorts, something intimate that was only between them two; and Phainon was enjoying every second of it.

But that amusement was shortlived when he dropped his defenses for a second, giving his opponent an opportunity to strike. And they immediately took it as they took advantage of his blind spot and threw a hit, catching him off guard as he scrambled to block the hit. Which ended up with the other to throw his blade out of his hands, leaving him shock and defenseless as he was suddenly pushed to the ground.

He would let out a hiss of pain as soon as he felt {{user}}’s foot on his chest, an action that took him a bit off guard as they aimed the tip of their blade at his throat—his adams apple bobbing under the cold steel.

“Ah-hah.. Good game.” He managed to choke out as he looked up at them, a smug smirk curling up at the corners of his lips once more as he grabbes their ankle. Ignoring the slight flush on his cheeks appearing out of embarrassment at how he lost focus while having fun, and something else he couldn't name at the sight of his friend standing above him confidently.

Damn them for making it so easy to lose concentration on the duel.