This is just an idea of mine for a story:
The sky lit up as if angry with the scene below it, the retorts of thunder blasted throughout Cascade Valley, sending the few natives of the valley hurrying back to their small settlements. However, there was a powerful battle taking place upon the green plain taking up the north-eastern corner of the expansive valley. This battle was not between armies, nor the settlements dotting the whole of the valley, it consisted of only two combatants. One of the battlers was Zaxt, whose heritage found him in this struggle, for he was the spawn of the angel Rinnin and the demon Bachtin. The other is known as Zarlaxle, Zaxt's half-brother, born of Rinnin and the angel Vandrik. The hate seeping from every pore in Zarlaxles' body was palpable, his bloodlust insatiable, his muscles quivering with every breath, clenching his double-bladed claymore with fatal intent. Its keen edge ablaze with blue fire, sweeping gracefully from strike to block to strike again, like a flowing dancer Zarlaxle used his beloved claymore. Zarlaxle's claymore was known widely and feared by all that opposed the gods or sided with the hells, most called his legendary blade Gold Flame, for its' ability to conjure varied colors of fire along its' edges that consisted of gold, also that it had the angelic runes for "Bladebane" embossed in gold running along both sides of the blade had its' own cause to make enemies tremble.
Zaxt had his own weapon of lore, Silver Flame, but he nor his blade were well known in the world of Tethora, yet he used his blade as skilled as any master that had before then lived. His blade was also a double-bladed damascus claymore which seemed to pass through the air and leave a shadowed mist in its' wake. The blade made of a blackened alloy with seeming silver fire dancing along its' edges with glee also had the angelic runes for "Bladebane" etched along both sides of it except in silver, the air shimmered as Gold Flame and Silver Flame clashed together.
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