A Blazing Battle
A burst of searing energy tears through the air
Hurtling towards its target, it's met with
A wave of gray earth, dissipating the energy.
Then both fade away.
The first competitor, a master of fire,
The other, a commander of stone.
Each wanting victory for his own,
But only one can win.
Then the flame lord leaps up,
Disappearing among the clouds.
He reappears, rocketing towards the ground.
And before his foe can react, he is hit with a crushing jump kick.
The rock titan howls in rage, whirling around at his adversary
His right arm is now a blade of stone, sharp as a sword
He strikes his enemy with it, sending him reeling backwards.
He staggers, but does not fall.
The two glare at each other,
With renewed vigor and energy
Each wanting victory for his own,
But only one can win.
Now, the master of flame launches a blazing kick
Rocketing towards his opponent, who attempts to evade it
But he is too slow, and the blow connects.
The assailant quickly jumps back to avoid a counterattack.
But this does not help.
Bruised and burned, the rock solid beast bellows like an earthquake.
And that is exactly what he creates.
The fire lord cries out in anguish as the tremors slam him against the ground again and again.
Worn, but still ferocious, the fighters
Look at each other across the battlefield
Each wanting victory for his own,
But only one can win.
The rock titan moves first this time,
His single horn rotating like a drill.
He utters a battle cry and charges headlong at his foe,
But he was too quick, and the attack was a narrow miss.
Now the fire warrior launches a final, fiery assault
Creating a massive inferno, he blasts it at the stone sentinel.
It hits him, burning his hopes of victory to a crisp
The commander of stone quakes, then topples over, landing with a mighty crash.
The battle is over and done,
The fire lord has won
He revels in his victory,
Then smiles and extends a hand to his fallen opponent.
He too, smiles, and takes it.
Helping him up, the fire lord says,"That was fun".
The rock titan replies,"Our battles always are".
The two friends walk off together, into the sunset, back to their homes.
Thinking of the battles they will have with their other friends the next day.
They're not really fights.
It's just how the good friends play.
Somewhere, a new battle is starting, and new friends are being made.
Author's Note: This was actually originally done as a school assignment. My teacher really liked it; she said that it had great imagery. Got a 98 because she didn't really know what I was talking about; but it was written well nonetheless.