A chuckle arose from under Bjorn's helmet, his shield glowing at full strength. Electricity crackled along the edge of his blade, flowing downwards into the thin layer of snow. Clouds formed above the two warriors, creating an arena almost devoid of light except for the flames and lightning that sparked off of Bjorn. Thunder rumbled above as lightning lit up the ring in bursts of light almost blinding in nature. A blast of electricity struck Bjorn and charred the surrounding ground black, which then caused the distorted area to suddenly crackle and hiss with millions of volts of energy. He took up a defensive stance, preparing for the legendary fight to come. "And to that, I say the same thing. None have penetrated my stalwart defense, nor bested me in strategy. This shall be an epic combat that I hope none of us regret. To the victor may the spoils go." Gripping down on his sword, Bjorn prepared for Cain. He was ready for a fight, and not a hint of weakness could be found in his defiant gaze.