The two swordsmen faced each other in the center of the platform, a respectful distance between them. The arena fell silent as they prepared for their formal introduction.
"Marcus Turner," the regressor announced with a slight bow, his voice carrying the weight of experiences beyond his apparent years.
"Leon Steelheart," came the reply as Leon reciprocated the gesture, his movements displaying the practiced precision of someone who had dedicated his life to the blade.
With the introductions complete, Ambrose backed away with unhurried steps, leaving the two warriors to establish their positions. Both swordsmen widened their stance, hands hovering near their weapon hilts, fingers relaxed yet ready. The tension between them was palpable, a silent communication between kindred spirits who recognized in each other a worthy opponent.
