The two faced each other in a standoff, each trying to read the next person's. Standing only a small walking distance from each other. Raga wearing his old battle robe a white long Kurta tunic, with long broad sleeves completely hiding his hands, with silver steel plating embroidery in the fabric in a blooming wind pattern, around the edge of the sleeves are semi- bladed like Bagh Nakha.Tetsos wearing a solid black Babandi, a long tunic like jacket that covers his entire body, completely unscathed from Raga's surprise attack. Its tightly fitted on him showing his rippling muscles underneath made from a blackshark skin fabric from the Mangrove swamp, strong enough to take swords slash head on while still flexible enough to counter-attack effortlessly. The two just glared at each other, wearing their old battle suits, the ultimate dwarf titans pinned against each other for the position of the chief. "Well since you struck first" said Tetso has he non

Raga stretched out his right hand calling his blade, "Lomri" has he ran towards the direction of Tetso. But the chief remain still, even as Raga approaches still unfazed. (Tetso my oldest friend, I still remember the day when your grandfather took us out of the 'Red Belt' and said he would not let us be slaves of war as a child, or when  my father decided we should become a blacksmith Village who takes no side in any war. You honestly think that they were doing it for the betterment of the village, you poor fool they were only seeking peace for themselves). As he enter striking distance of Tetso, with Lomri in his right hand preparing for sweeping slash from the side. (But even as a child you were so, special. Although it was my family's decision that this Village was based on and you were just another failure to come live with my family of legendary blacksmiths. You said that you knew I was interested in the chief position, and you would have gi

Raga's tan skin went quite a bit white after seeing his stance, as the only thing flowing through his head was,(Dhyana Mudra?, the gesture of absolute balance, of meditation. Has hot headed as he usually is when he's calm, he's way more dangerous. And with the combination of a magical Rune spell… Oh no he's casting-)Has that thought was going through his head, Tetso with is hands relaxed in his lap, legs crossed, eyes closed, and the tip of each thumb connected to each other. While the position can be misread as simple meditation, it's a sign of the head of order in the village. While all twenty remaining clones descend upon him all at once carrying the shield, he took a deep breath in.The heated ground cooled instantly, then exhales causing the floor to a erupt which cause molten rocks to spread even further than before. The molted iron rune started to engulf his back in a circular motion, then has he got up from where he sat he was swarmed within thi

Tetso unable to muster up a response, seeing and hearing his lifelong friend true thoughts about him and his ideals. But not realizing until the last moment during his entire rant, he stopped coughing up blood having his head still down."You said that I would lead my people down to ruin, but these are not my people these are your rust up work. Cuz you can do with them as you please, I'll take the few good worth of scrap metal that this Village has left and leave, but first" as Raga's stopped shaking.(Sfx Stab)With one thrust to his abdomen Raga landed a sneak attack on Tetso,"Kirpan secret technique: Chhipa Hua Vidroh" as he poured the last remaining of his Cyclone magic into the dagger slicing the chief right down the middle, coming right through the back.Tetso was just taken aback by the sneak attack, falling to the ground holding his open wound with his right hand."But how?" Tetso asked looking at his wound.But what he saw a