It would feel like a conversation with the earth, each footfall a question and the ground answering by bending and reshaping, turning a flat field into a sea of moving sand, a maze of stone, a ripple of moss, all while the combatants keep shifting around it like dancers following a music that changes note for note. The battlefield would never be the same twice, and the fight would become a test of adapting to the next surprise, almost as if the very terrain were trying to keep up with the fighters.