A few minutes prior…
Moby and the unknown shalker stood over one hundred meters apart, yet the tension in the air made it seem like they were face to face.
Their weapons were drawn, both blades imbued with their very own coloured flame-like aura.
Their gazes were the only communication they needed, and as though they read each other's minds, they both took their first step and exploded off the ground, disappearing from where they once stood as they clashed in the middle.
They locked eyes in their clash. At first, they seemed to be evenly matched, yet that was soon debunked by a slight smirk appearing upon the shalker's face as he suddenly applied more power, leaving Moby struggling on his back foot.
When he tried to freeze the ground beneath his feet for a chance at escape, it was soon halted by black flames exploding from his opponent's sabatons, destroying any attempt at it.