Five Seconds of Omniscience

Separated by about one hundred paces, Roxfield and Emily stood in high tension. Obviously, the Commanding Generals of their respective sectors decided to settle their conflict in a five-second spar that would put their battle experience to the test. 

The rules were simple. 

They would rush at one another, clash for five seconds, and separate. Both of them held dull wooden swords. Leonardo stood on a distant mountain peak behind Roxfield, but the man wasn't worried one bit about a sneak attack. 

As for Emily, tension gripped her heart as she grasped the handle of the wooden sword, a swirl of shimmering ether instilled into the wooden frame, granting it a scintillating vibe of blue. 

Roxfield's robust energy concentrated into his large frame at a steady pace before whirling down the long wooden sword, reinforcing the substance just enough to cleave through the hardest of rocks and sturdiest of metals.