Annectens Horridus arrived at the field first, his powerful frame silhouetted against the rising sun. He flexed his claws, feeling the damp earth beneath his feet, and glanced toward the horizon, awaiting his cousin. The air was thick with anticipation, every breath carrying the promise of challenge and growth.

Dannstorm II strode forward, his scales gleaming in the low light, eyes bright with resolve. He nodded to Annectens Horridus, a grin spreading across his face. "Ready to test your skills, cousin? The storm makes for the best training." "I was born for this weather. Let's see if you can keep up."

Annectens Horridus circled his cousin, eyes sharp and calculating, as they exchanged playful taunts. "Don't go easy on me today. I want to earn every bruise," "I wouldn't dream of it." The energy between them was palpable, a mixture of affection and rivalry.

The sound of wood striking wood echoes through the grounds. Dannstorm II feints left, only to be met by Annectens Horridus's swift counter. "Nice try. You almost had me." "Almost isn't good enough," he replied, pushing harder through the storm.

Annectens Horridus slipped for a moment, regaining his stance with a grin. "Looks like the storm picked its favorite," "Or maybe it just wants us to work harder," he shot back, both pushing themselves beyond their limits.

Dannstorm II clapped his cousin on the shoulder, both exhausted and exhilarated. "Next time, let's see if the sun wants to join in," "No matter the weather, you’ll always be my best challenge," replied Annectens Horridus, the bond between them stronger than ever.