Throne
The conflict was far, very far. No one with normal senses could even hope to perceive it, to even catch a glimpse of this battle. Yet there were other ways. With keen ears one could hear flesh rend and the pounding of fists upon metal. An uninterrupted strike of a blade cutting down a whole tree with brutal force and efficiency. But worst of all were the animals. It was not their intensity but the sheer amount of them, predator and prey, bird and beast, every crawling thing upon the earth at once, these were the sheer amount of creatures in play.
Snakes were crushed underfoot, deer and wolves alike were slaughtered, and birds were torn from the sky in a hurry. But there were strange soundless pauses as well, moments where one could only hear the knight's strikes sing through the air yet never sounding as if they stuck anything at all. At moments it was almost like he was fighting empty air. But then there was a pause, then a sigh, and then the sound of metal scraping against metal. It was almost like he was rubbing the back of his head. "My apologies, everyone. I let one get away."
For a moment the forest seemed normal as ever as the pair traveled forth. There wasn't even a minor disturbance, not a single leaf was disturbed nor did a bird chirp for a time. And then the woods came alive. As if from nowhere a cacophonous screeching, howls and bellows and shrieks burst into being. A swarm of pests preceded the main mass, rats and serpents joining forces in a massive horde as they were obscured with a fog of insects.
