Pressed Hard

Cold winds howled as the night's chilling darkness engulfed the world, with the sun momentarily retreating from its kingly duties. 

Beneath the now shadowed skies, two humanoid figures—who could easily be mistaken for spawns from hell—stood facing each other.

The two were naturally Shye and Reginald who were about to begin their all-out clash after a rather fierce exchange of words.

They somehow secretly hated each other's guts, but only due to the fact that they had not known each other on a deeper, more personal level.

Today was their best opportunity to settle their differences like true men: through a fierce battle, forging the closest of friendships afterward.

The next moment, both combatants disappeared, Shye reappearing at the area where Reginald previously stood.

'Tch, still a bit too slow, huh?' He thought inwardly, regretting the fact that he allowed his opponent to once more disappear into the shadows.