The sky is grey, the air is cold and crisp. There's a hint of brimstone and soot wafting through the air as the wind picks up a bit. The ground scarred heavily from battles past and yet to be scarred from battles to come. A duel of fates, of warriors and champions in their own respective categories. All of which compares poorly to the two that are preening at the precipice, powerhouses beyond the likes of which this battlefield has ever known. On one side of the battlefield stands a tall warrior, clad in shiny silver armor, blue cloth hanging from it like rain falling from the sky. In her grasp lays two blades, both of which are imbued with opposite elements. On the other side, a warrior of equal beauty and stature, clad in armor radiating gold like the sun, red cloth like a solar flare glittering off its surface. In her hand lays a long blade, shiny and sharper than any blade seen before.

Malenia speaks first, talking with authority she has become accustomed to.

Malenia: "Dost thou seek a battle with the Blade of Miquella? If so, do not be deluded into the thought that victory is to be tasted here. For I have never known defeat."

Rellana's blades shine in the moonlight as she readies herself, tilting her head at Malenia.

Rellana: "I have heard of thee, Malenia. Maybe 'tis time to bequeath a loss to your record."