🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

The blade cuts through the air, and Ushumgallu enjoys watching his opponent flinch, retreating to a safe distance. "Chase him, hurt him!" Holding his shield in front of him, he moves forward. Something lightly taps against the surface, and Ushumgallu immediately throws his blade forward. Hit. Instead of the expected dull, squelching sound, only the clang of metal on metal is heard. "Break the shell, cut through the flesh!" He raises his talwar for the next strike and moves forward again. Something is hindering him. He can't take a step, his arms hang limp like a broken puppet. "Kill him..." The belated pain in his chest paralyzes him; he tries to take another breath, another step, another strike, but his body bends in half. Still looking at his opponent, the young man can only gasp for air. "Iliman wins!" The voices inside fall silent. Ushumgallu straightens up, catches his breath, and extends his fist to his opponent, offering a fist bump in a sign of respect.