Cross Platform Love (W.I.P)
Taking a brief glance around as the brisk winds raced around the barren field all except for him and his opponent, this glance was redirected quickly back to his enemy. Hot breathes coiling back into his face as it rolled off the face guard with every panting breath. It had been a long fight between the two, both of their armour was missing chinks of metal from the rough biting of weapons. Many of these weapons also laid about the field as the combatants had broken several of their trade tools. Every action only took seconds but in this sort of dealing time is something that was being shortened with every step. Heavy thuds into the grass as the metal greaves rattled in their bonds which had become lose from battle. Small cracks snapped out as the wind pulled at the cloak on his back. His gauntlet locked tightly onto the hilt of a sword as the other locked the handle on his shield. His opponent started towards him also, bearing the spear they wielded up ready for the clash.
Their armours were like twins of opposing sides, each had a horned helm of a draconic origin, colors almost matching as the emblems of their state bore mirror imagery aside subtle differences. While one was a man on a horse with a sword the other brandished a lance. Small details such as this speckled the difference between them. A onlooker might mistake them as family locked in a friendly duel with how alike the two had been. Only one difference made it truly obvious this man wasn't just fighting a clone was that his enemy was of feminine nature. Yet this did not make her any less of a danger then he was. Armour fit to form their frames just for battles as this to be just as protective as the others. It was about to prove its worth once again as they had closed the short gap, lance first to strike with its longer range.
As the tip of the long weapon pierced the air it bit against the shield that was brought to bare the force of the blow. The shield was then angled to deflect the lance away from the target. It was the obvious reaction wear these two would clash and in reaction his sword now took its arcing path through the air to try its turn. These actions though had left his center mass open with his shield deflecting out and sword arcing wide. She quickly noticed this and took the best action she could now, dropping the handle of the lance to brute force her shoulder into his chest plate. It was just fast enough that he couldn't stop her, soon finding himself smashed against the torn grass with her baring down on his armour. She was too close for him to swing the sword and her knee pinned the wide shield to the ground. Just as she had done second before he let go of the sword to make a gauntleted swing at her.