From Time To Time

When the warrior and the Son of Time Father emerged from the portal, they found themselves atop a towering mountain. The panoramic view from the summit presented a breathtaking scene of jagged peaks and swirling clouds. Thin air clawed at their lungs, but the warrior and the Son of Time Father barely registered the discomfort. Their eyes, locked in a battle as intense as the swirling storm clouds below, ignited with the promise of violence.

The warrior, ever the pragmatist, wasted no time. His broadsword, honed through countless battles, sang a hungry song as it met the Son of Time Father's shimmering scimitar in a clash of metal and sparks. The clang reverberated across the vast expanse, a chilling prelude to the dance that followed.

They spun, a whirlwind of steel and leather, their movements echoing the jagged dance of the mountain peaks. The warrior, a grounded boulder amidst the wind's fury, parried each time-warped strike with unyielding strength. The Son of Time Father, a wisp of smoke, used his temporal tricks to weave through defenses, his attacks unpredictable and precise.

But the mountaintop offered no haven for footwork. As they traded blows, their footing grew treacherous. With a swift kick, the Son of Time Father sent the warrior sprawling towards the cliff's edge. The wind whistled in the warrior's ears, but with a flick of his wrist, he launched his sword like a discus, catching the Son of Time Father square in the chest and sending him stumbling back.

Their movements grew more desperate and chaotic on the mountaintop, each strike fueled by adrenaline and sheer will. Rolling across the rocky terrain, they maintained an unbroken gaze, never losing sight of each other.

In the mid-air skirmish, gravity seemed to lose its grip on their battle. The Son of Time Father attempted to manipulate time in his favor, but the warrior, relying on instincts honed through countless battles, resisted the temporal tricks, anticipating every move.

The clash of sword and shield generated sparks that illuminated the mountaintop, casting flickering shadows on the rugged landscape. As they neared the precipice of the cliff, the intensity of their struggle heightened.

The tide turned, the warrior pressing his advantage. He pressed the Son of Time Father towards the precipice, each parry punctuated by the warrior's guttural battle cry. But just as he landed a blow that would have sent the Son plummeting, a shimmering distortion rippled in the air, time bending to the Son's will.

The warrior found himself thrown back, disoriented, as the Son of Time Father materialized behind him. A cruel smile graced the Son's lips as he launched a time-warped strike. But thinking fast, the warrior brought his arm up, his gauntlet meeting the scimitar with a sickening crunch. Pain lanced through his arm, but it brought him precious moments. He twisted, using the momentum to slam his elbow into the Son's solar plexus.

Launching a devastating attack, the warrior forced Son of Time Father toward the mountain's edge. Locked in a chaotic spiral, they tumbled down, their fight continuing with unyielding determination.

Just as the ground loomed closer, threatening to shatter bones upon impact, another portal materialized, enveloping them in a different glow. In a flash of light, they departed the mountaintop, leaving behind the echoes of their violent clashes, and embarked on a journey through time once again.

The world shimmered and shifted, depositing them in a new land, the echoes of their mountaintop battle a distant memory. But the fight was far from over. The warrior, battered but unbroken, gripped his sword, his gaze fixed on the unknown horizon, where his relentless pursuit of the Son of Time Father would continue.