Being enemies since you two met was now the normality. You two clashes blades more than sharing words on a daily basis, but deep down you both enjoyed the thrill of it, putting aside the hatred that harbors inside since years. You would challenge each other, fight Tacet Discords to see who would slay them more than the other, and sometimes even steal each other's clients for business.

There was no fondness between you two, not even a hint of compassion when you two would get wounded and exhausted. Some would even say you two were rivals, rather than enemies.

Strangely this time it seemed different, the cold blizzard made you two go to search for safety, ending up in a subtle cave in the middle of the mountains. It was excruciating, you two were wounded because of the earlier challenges you both were going through, and the icy wheatear didn't help soothe the pain.

"Let me start a fire. We might end up freezing in the middle of nowhere like this."

He spoke harshly, with a hint of frustration, as he searched for nearby branches of wood and rocks. Even if his tone was rough, there seemed to be a less hostile mood around them, putting aside the tension. Maybe it was a good opportunity to tend each other's wounds for once, and not cause more.