Though their battle was witnessed by a mere handful of spectators, in decades to come thousands of grizzled greybeard bar-flies, deep in their cups, would swear they were present to witness the clash of the blade gods. Mountains trembled, oceans churned, women swooned, the age of the cataclysm returned. Toran and Corath left off their eternal quarrel for the duration of the duel, their enmity forgotten in shared wonder that such swordsmanship existed in the realm of mortals.
After an age, their mithril blades worn to mere stubs from the repeated clash of blows, one would eventually emerge the victor. Yet, on this day, there were no losers. All agreed the art of the duel was the true winner on this day. Unfortunately, mortal man, in their unfathomable need to label, control and quantify would record the results in the annals of history as,
Hardragh beats Arkolio 2-0
