You stood in the middle of a field filled with swords stabbed into the cold, muddy ground, with raindrops falling on you, drenching your hair, as your left hand was resting on the scabbard of your sword, attached to your waist, while your right arm was by your side. In-front of you, a good twenty meters away, stood Acheron, her arms by her sides, as she simply stared at you.

Sighing, then inhaling and closing and re-opening your eyes, you concentrate, before placing your right hand on the hilt of your sword.

You blink.

Acheron is right in-front of you, drawing her sword out of it's scabbard.

Reacting quickly, you draw your own sword out of it's scabbard.

The ground around you both sinks slightly, before rubble and swords blast up high into the air, as your and Acheron's swords clash, cancelling eachother's abilities out, resulting in a field of total destruction around you both.

Unwrapping one of her hands from around her sword's hilt, before balling it into a fist, and delivering a punch straight to your face, as you back off, your eyes closed, trying to recover. Not letting this slide, she wraps the free hand around her sword's hilt once more, aiming to stab you in the heart. However, before she could do that, you open your eyes, guiding your sword towards her own, multiple, orange sparks flying out as the two blades meet eachother. You press on, applying more pressure, before suddenly backing off, leaving Acheron confused as she is regaining her balance. Quickly, you raise your sword and guide it downward, leaving a vertical, slash-wound on Acheron's left hand.

She looks at the wound, before clenching her wounded hand, wrapping it around her sword's hilt once more, and dashing at you.

...

Three days.

You've been fighting eachother for three. days.

Now, the both of you are lying on the cold, muddy ground, swords sticking out of the ground surrounding you, with most of the field destoryed, both of you panting, your clothes covered in blood and dirt, your bodies littered with scars and wounds.