Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150208032025/@comment-29458028-20150216141536

15 years later in the realm, when only 15 seconds passed in real time.

Raydin was battling Abbadon in sword combat, as they slashed at each other with their weapons, neither able to contact the other with their sword. They weren't training with wood, no, they used real swords, magic swords at that.

Abbadon Steelfang charged clean at Raydin, slashing with fury, sending a storm of energy arcs, blasting away with magicka flares. He ended up impaled on his father's sword.

"Fuck this, I lost again" said Abbadon as he just pulled himself off "Fatality's endeavour" with his bare hands.

"You have lots of stuff left to learn, son. Lots of stuff."