Far, far away from the simple preoccupations of a mundane living, two mythical figures exchanged blows and blows under the incessant and powerful rain, caught in the memory of a realm neither of them knew of, they moved and weaved like only legendary beings like themselves could.
The rain was so powerful and constant, that one would be practically both blind and deaf if caught within it, their body would be battered and covered in bruises within seconds of enduring the fall of these raindrops, but that was not all, every few seconds, towering pillars of lightning would come crashing down, blasting apart a portion of the immense, stone-like platform beneath the feet of the two combatants.
