Both of you stared into eachother, each holding their own shining sword, you looked at the once shining extrovert friend that turned like a howling cold wind, his eyes like dead corpses; lifeless and cold. The once a wooden sword you saw before was now a obsidian blade that shining through the fog, that was about to slice you in the neck. once a friend was now a foe. he swung his obsidian sword elegantly and pointed it towards you. "Nice to met you again, Friend..." he's voice cold and formal