Aeryon and Durka, like many warriors before them, recognize that victory demands a fluidity of thought and action, where every available resource is employed to secure an advantage.
This mindset permeates the ethos of the Steppe's people, ingrained in their martial culture.
As the last arrow flew from Aeryon bow, he discarded it with effortless grace, his movements fluid and seamless.
"Hahaha! You are fast. But I am not done" Aeryon is still full of energy that he could still talk even when they are fighting each other with great intensity
The bow found its place on the ground, and in one swift motion, he drew his sword once more.
The sword emerged from its sheath with a sound akin to the slicing of wind, a haunting melody.
The sound echoes in the ears of the people that are watching.