"This is pointless, Lesion!" Rhythmus grunted, sweat dripping from his brow as Lesion crashed his blade upon his own. "Have you forgotten that I know your fate?" He bellowed.
Lesion pulled back his blade, dropping below the swing of Rhythmus' sword. "What happens if the future seer dies?" Lesion hissed, rolling behind Rhythmus and holding his blade to Rhythmus' throat. "Tell me, do you see your own death?" He asked, his humid breath sliding through Rhythmus' long hair and onto his neck.
Rhythmus glanced behind him and gave a brief smile. "Have you so quickly forgotten who gave you your position?" Rhythmus threw his arm out, causing Lesion to fly back against the stone wall of Rhythmus' house, dropping his sword and landing back on his hands and feet. Picking up Lesion's sword, Rhythmus stepped towards him. "You have heard your fate, now get out." Rhythmus threw the sword at Lesion, planting it into the ground before him.
Lesion took hold of his sword, refusing to take his eyes off of Rhythmus. "The future is always changing." Lesion spat, seething with hatred. With his long fingers wrapped around his hilt, Lesion took up his sword and fled from Rhythmus' house.
Rhythmus walked over to his globe: smoke filled and held up to waist height by legs made of gold. Laying a hand upon the globe, the three territories of Terraro came to life. "It's time. We don't have long."
