The crunch of snow-covered rocks noised when a heavy boot took a step backwards. The cold winds turned fierce and chilling. Snowy gusts swirled around the area, acknowledging the beginning of a fight.
A smooth delicate palm opened. A flash of light occurred within Moulin's grasp as the youth slowly advance towards his brother. He called forth his sacred weapon, the mystic bow of ice. His fingers curled around the body of the bow and Moulin's eyes calmly eyed his brother.
Emlen's eyes flashed. He breathes out when he recognized his little brother's sacred weapon. It was beautiful and fearsome just like Moulin...
His lips curled into a smirk. "Eager now are we?"
He gripped his weapon and abruptly threw his sword towards his brother. The blade wooshed through the cold air. Its sharp tip aiming flawlessly towards the approaching youth.
MOARR AND MOARR drama coming. I swear it will be poison until the arc ends. Bwahaha~ (I think...)