Fight under moonlight

The moonlight bathed the desolate courtyard, casting long shadows as the clash of steel filled the air. Two figures stood locked in a fierce battle, their swords colliding with a resounding ring. The male combatant, a seasoned warrior with sweat glistening on his brow, struggled against his nimble opponent—a skilled and determined mother fighting for her son's safety.

Their blades danced in a symphony of steel, each strike a testament to their proficiency. The male fighter, his muscles strained with effort, fought with all his might, but he found himself constantly on the defensive, struggling to gain the upper hand. The female warrior moved with an uncanny grace, her strikes flowing effortlessly from one to the next.

Sweat dripped down the male warrior's face as he parried a flurry of blows. He tried to counterattack, but his strikes were blocked or dodged with ease. His frustration grew with each passing moment, knowing that victory eluded him. The female fighter's skill was unmatched, her precision and speed overwhelming.

With a swift movement, the female warrior lunged forward, aiming a deadly thrust at the male warrior's heart. He barely managed to deflect the strike, but the force of the blow sent him staggering backward. He stumbled, his balance momentarily lost, and she seized the opportunity, pressing her advantage.

As the male warrior desperately fought to regain his footing, the female warrior's strikes intensified. Her sword whirled through the air, forcing him to retreat further. His breathing grew heavy, his arms growing weary from the relentless onslaught. He gritted his teeth, unwilling to surrender.

Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, the male warrior launched a furious assault. His strikes came with renewed determination, his sword slashing through the air with a renewed vigor. The female fighter, momentarily taken aback, was forced to defend against the onslaught.

Their blades clashed in a flurry of sparks, their grunts filling the night air. But even in his momentary resurgence, the male warrior found himself unable to gain the upper hand. The female warrior's skill and stamina were unfaltering, her movements as swift as ever.

With a final burst of energy, the female warrior spun around, her sword cutting through the air in a lethal arc. The male warrior, unable to evade the strike, felt the searing pain of the blade as it made contact with his arm. He cried out in pain, his sword slipping from his grasp.

As the male warrior stumbled to the ground, the female warrior stood over him, her sword poised at his throat. The battle had been decided, the victor undeniable. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with a mix of superiority and disgust.

"I will not let you kill my child" she said, her voice laced with extreme anger. "But you will die today."

Defeated and broken, the male warrior struggled, his gaze locked with hers. "You bitch, I won't be the one to die today, you will" he said , his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and superiority.

With that, the female warrior sheathed her sword, slowly creating an exquisite arc towards the male warrior on the ground. As he was struggling to run, suddenly he disappeared into the night. The female warrior became worried and on full alert. Suddenly from the sky a sword came aiming at her heart trying to take her life. She hurriedly dodged the sword and the sword stumbled on the ground going deep inside the ground with only half of the sword being seen.

"You will not kill my son" came a deep sound filled with authority.

The elder, exudes a captivating aura of power and vitality despite his age. Standing tall with a sturdy and robust build, he commands attention with his imposing presence. The years have sculpted his physique into a testament of discipline and dedication. Broad shoulders, chiseled muscles, and a firm stance exemplify his physical prowess, reflecting a lifetime of strenuous training and physical exertion.

His face, weathered by time, bears the marks of a life well-lived. Deeply etched lines trace his brow, hinting at a lifetime of perseverance and resilience. Yet, his piercing eyes remain sharp and vibrant, gleaming with wisdom and a fierce determination that has propelled him forward throughout his journey.

His thick, salt-and-pepper hair, tinged with traces of gray, lends a distinguished air to his appearance. It frames a face that tells countless stories of triumph and adversity, each experience etched in the lines and contours that define him.

Despite his age, the strong man radiates an undeniable vitality and youthful spirit. His voice carries a resonating strength, and his movements exude a controlled grace. There is a sense of purpose in every action he takes, a testament to the unwavering determination that has been a constant companion throughout his life.

"As useless as my son is, he is the only heir to my royalty." said the elder. "Father in law" said the female warrior with a deep bow.

Her face is a work of art, adorned with delicate features that are at once striking and gentle. Her eyes, often described as mesmerizing pools, hold a depth of wisdom and mystery. Thick, lustrous hair cascades down her shoulders, framing her face with waves or curls that seem to shimmer with a natural glow.

The women's ample curves are an embodiment of femininity, enhancing her hourglass figure and emphasizing her allure. Her voluptuous form celebrates the beauty and strength of a woman's body, exuding sensuality and confidence in every step she takes.

Her style is as divine as her appearance. Whether she adorns herself in flowing, ethereal gowns or outfits that hug her curves with sophistication, she exudes elegance and tastefulness. Her choice of attire emphasizes her natural assets, highlighting her curves in a way that both empowers and captivates.

"He tried to KILL OUR only SON, and you are telling me to spare him.", Said the beauty with anger filled voice. Her delicate face seem to have lost its colour.

"That useless bastard is not my grandson" said the elder. "I will kill him and make you bear my grandson" he continues "Give him to me so I can finish this".

Her face frowned. She closes her eyes to search for any possible ways to escape. Now that he is here, it is clear that he will kill her son ASAP. while she is thinking, she detects threat to her son's life. She looks only to hear her son scream in pain. She finds two daggers in her son's feet which pinns him to ground. Her eyes flash in ruthless and throws her sword his 'father'. The elder defends his child and using this small time she runs towards her son grabs his shoulder and uses an ancient technique to flee.

The elder is shocked. He tries to find her searches around with his soul sense, only to meet with dissatisfaction. He looks towards his son and yells at him. "Find her at any cost, her family will retaliate and use this to steal resources." and he disappears.