Harken>Belcoot
Two blademasters in the field of combat.
There was only one way this battle could possibly take place.
Charging at full speed, Belcoot and Harken drew their respective weapons and attacked one another in a flash of movement.
They paused as they passed. After a moment, a huge, diagonal gash appeared from Harken's shoulder to her waist as shreds her armor showered the arena.
Belcoot closed his eyes and breathed out a sigh of relief. He was now one match closer to a championship.
Then his eyes widened in shock as a curved blade slid its way out of his chest.
"Metal Demon, remember?" Lady Harken whispered from behind him before kicking Belcoot off her scythe. Godlike awaits.
