Eastern Wuxia Epic Hollywood Live-Action Video Prompt

30s, 9 cuts, 16:9. No text, no subtitles, no watermark. STYLE: Eastern wuxia epic as Hollywood live-action blockbuster. IMAX anamorphic, 8K, photoreal, high frame rate, DaVinci filmic grade, UE5-quality practical FX, real cloth and snow sim, breath vapour, ice on skin, pale storm daylight; palette warm gold and ember vs cold cyan-blue and bone white, black wet rock, grey blizzard. Live action only. CAST (2 only, locked): SWORDSWOMAN: woman ~30, aloof, razor-sharp; black hair in a high ponytail thrashing in the storm; fitted white robe under a deep cyan cloak; ruthless; slender straight longsword, cold cyan-blue steel breathing frost. BANDIT: man ~40, feral; beard clotted with ice, hair half-unbound; black leather armour torn and scorched, corded muscle, wild eyes; heavy broad sabre, dark blade etched dull gold. STORY: Snow summit, bare black rock, toppled pillars, sideways blizzard, cloud sea below the cliff. Two masters trade a hundred blows, then unleash a gold scaled dragon and a blue water dragon that destroy each other. 00:00-00:04 CUT 1. Handheld, lens punched on impacts. She stabs at his throat, tip smearing to afterimage; he parries flat, steel grinding a trail of orange sparks; she drills seven thrusts into one point on his blade; he roars into a wide sweep, she slides under and cuts his calf; he cleaves down, cratering snow into two rising fan walls. 00:04-00:08 CUT 2. Low circling tracking to the cliff lip, lens over the void, cloud sea in frame. A dozen thrusts force him to the brink; he answers with mass, a missed chop caving the cliff wall, boulders dropping into cloud. His backhand slash throws her half over the edge, sword tip jammed in a rock seam; she swings back and double-kicks his chest. 00:08-00:11 CUT 3. Lateral tracking, ramp to extreme slow motion at the pass, snap back after. They cross shoulder to shoulder, unslowing. Her edge shaves his ear, shearing frozen beard hair that tumbles with ice grains; his sabre tears a cyan strip off her cloak. Eyes lock in the crossing frame. Full speed: he is a beat faster, shoulder-charges her chest, she is blasted through a snow bank, landing sword-first in the ground. 00:11-00:14 CUT 4. Ultra-fast pull back to extreme wide, whole summit and cloud sea. A last impact, shockwave, both sliding dozens of metres apart, ploughing twin furrows, settling at opposite ends of bare snow. 00:14-00:18 CUT 5. Two macro close-ups. A: sabre overhead two-handed, neck veins standing, dull-gold pattern igniting hilt to tip, air warping with heat, snow cracking under his boots. Bellows in Mandarin, hoarse, clear lip sync, word by word: "屠龙开山". B: longsword upright before her face, cold cyan light climbing base to tip, blizzard melting to beads on contact, vapour massing before her. Speaks in Mandarin, cold, clear lip sync: "倚天洗尘". 00:18-00:24 CUT 6. Locked extreme wide, the two tiny at far left and right edges, all FX in the empty middle, no push-in. He cleaves down: a blazing gold dragon bursts off the edge, hard scales, whiskers, claws, coiling golden flame, charging left to right as a ground-skimming torrent, peeling snow. She sweeps her sword: a colossal blue water dragon erupts from the tip, body all high-pressure current, translucent, inner vortices, droplets shearing off, sliding right to left. They collide dead centre, gold fire and blue current eating into each other, a white fog wall detonating out, a shock halo sweeping the peak, cloud sea torn open below. Dragons far larger than the humans, consistent size. 00:24-00:26 CUT 7. Orbiting close-up in the collision core. Gold jaws clamp the water dragon's body, the bite boiling to white steam; the water dragon coils his neck, jets stripping gold scales one by one. Neither yields. 00:26-00:28 CUT 8. Side medium, lens shuddering. The core detonates: gold dragon scattering into sky-filling motes, water dragon bursting into a falling sheet. Extreme slow motion, both lifted off their feet backwards, weapons clenched. Freeze on the arched mid-air instant. 00:28-00:30 CUT 9. Hard cut to a held frame, ultra-slow creep in. She kneels on one knee, sword slanted into the ground as a prop, white robe slashed and soaked, hair plastered to her face, eyes lifted. He stands unbent, sabre driven deep into rock, shoulders heaving white breath. Snow between them scoured to charred bedrock, meltwater glazing to ice, gold motes drifting down. AUDIO: screaming metal, heavy sabre whoosh, cracking impacts, subsonic dragon roar, surging water, steam hiss, infrasonic halo burst, then near-silence, blizzard howl and dripping. Dialogue only in CUT 5. NEGATIVE: no anime, no cel shading, no cartoon outlines, no comic FX, no glowing eyes, no blade flare, no text, no watermark, no global slow motion (only CUT 3 and 8 ramp), no landing shots, no push-in in CUT 6, no FX over the fighters, no extra people, no dragon size drift.