An hour later, the storm was still at its strongest. Rain poured hard on fast, hitting the rocky ground around the tall mountain, droplets traced form the rockface and the stronger showers of rain splashed against the mountain peak where Lancet and his newest Heroine, Kestrel were standing.
They stood across from each other, seven feet of mountain space separating them. Their eyes were locked on each other, their gear plastered wet against their skin as the rain poured relentlessly.
Lancet took very careful breaths, calming himself so he wouldn't overthink while preparing himself so he wouldn't be blindsided. He hadn't pulled his sword yet and he didn't know what he was for; maybe he was waiting for her to pull out hers.
"Let's begin, young Summoner," Kestrel said.
The instant the words left her mouth, the air around the summit changed. Lancet felt a pressure roll outward from her like the first breath of an oncoming hurricane.
