"Did you know... there are three kinds of aces? Those who seek strength. Those who live for pride. And those who can read the tide of battle. Those are the three. And him... He was a true ace."
"You and I are opposite sides of the same coin. When we face each other, we can finally see our true selves. There may be a resemblance, but we never face the same direction."
"Those who survive a long time on the battlefield start to think they're invincible. I bet you do, too, Buddy..."
A bright light shone fiercely through the clouds, shooting through the falcon that soared. The air filled with smoke, the bird fell from the sky. The beam of light cuts through the smoking entrails, and strikes the falcon once more, causing it to split, and then combust, as if it were a phoenix in it's death throes.
The remains crash down to earth, leaving naught but destruction. The bird is no more.
"Have you found a reason to fight yet... buddy?"
In reality, this was war. Conflict. Birds of iron and steel fall often, as if they were angels stripped of their wings, falling from grace.
And through it all, a lone eagle soared, ut's wings of blue gliaten, and with it comes rage and mourning. The eagle attacks, stripping the opposing monstrosity of it's beam.
The beast, however, still flies, shooting a barrage of explosive arrows. The sky is consumed by fire. The fiery red on it's right wing shows the aura of death, but it screams, claiming none but despair.
Though the eagle dodged the inferno with ease, the albatross has taken flight, gaining altitude, white fire glistening from its tail.
The two birds continue to battle, one for preservation, the other for judgement.
The solo wing beast has lost most of its power, yet it fights with all its might. The duel between them is almost over.
A head on charge by both airborne warriors, and there is one explosion.
The birds cross, millimeters seperating them.
In the final seconds, the bird of judgement falls, and with the following explosions, its red wing is severed. It spirals for a short moment, until it dies in a plume of smoke.
The albatross that was soaring downward has lost its direction, its control. It too dies in a powerful blast.
"For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing, a central point between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either. The ends of things and their beginnings are impregnably concealed from him in an impenetrable secret. He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness out of which he was drawn and the infinite in which he is engulfed."
With his mission complete, the eagle flies home, awaiting it's next challenge.
But never again did he fly.
End