How the Witchking loved England, especially the moors. There was somehting dank and rather evil about the way the mist rolled over the hills and through the trees. And with the sun down, it added so much more in his eyes.
A full moon hung high in the sky and added an eerie luminescence to the fog which swirled and surrounded him. It truly was a perfect setting, or would be once the opponents arrived.
With a wave of his hand, the two appeared about a hundred feet away form each other. Under his cowl, the Witchking smiled and began to speak.
"Greetings to you both," his voice hissed, sending a chill over the area. "You both know why you're here, so let's not waste anymore time." And with that the Witchking disappeared leaving the two alone on the moors.
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