The two stood on the precipice of a molten river, jagged rock rising every few feet, bones and ash litter the ground. The first man dressed in a tan cloak, leather armor clinging to his thick muscled body. He glared at the other figure, pulling back his cloak and pulling out a metal cylinder. Molten rock roaring and splashing onto the ash covered ground. The large man spoke in a soft but determined tone.
"All Women" He stated, going into a battle-ready stance as the heated air echoed with his focus. "Are queens!" His light saber ignited in a beam of blue protective glory.
The other man seemed troubled by this, shaking so hard that his black cloak appeared to rip off his body on its own. Beneath was a heavy plate metal armor, charred black and stained with blood. His eyes were yellow, burning with hatred and passion. Pain welling up in every atom of the armored man's body, he pulled out his own cylinder. He spoke with a voice that resembled the chaos of war, the revving of a chainsaw, and the collective fury of all his ancestors.
"If she breathes!" He screamed igniting his unstable burning red lightsaber, the ground seemed to quake with his rage. "She's a THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!" On the last word he seemed to shake, his armor rattling like an explosion as a geyser of lava plumed behind him. The ground shifted as he leaped into the air, plummeting down at the tan robed man. They both screamed as they came together like on coming trains. The clash of blades flashed with such brilliance that it resembled stars colliding.
Edgar and Thomas shouted in hushed tones as they slapped their cheap plastic light sabers against each other. They made sparking noises and wooshing sounds with their mouths. The other people at the convention took photos before one stopped to use his asthma pump.