Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
The rhythmic drumming of the pooled rain drops striking the cooling earth echoed through the clearing as two figures stood before each other with weapons in hand. With eyes that could kill, they glared down upon each other, the fierce reckoning only matched by the pain that they had caused each other. And though neither spoke a word, both prepared their next attack as though it were the last.
With collective silence they leapt at each other, their weapons glinting in the dim rainy sunlight that matched to reflect through the harrowing cloud cover. The haunting, despairing sight chilled the onlookers as the two matched blade for blade in a dance of death.
Teeth grit together in anger as one tried to overpower the other, their feud stretching back in time to a period that neither could no longer remember, but never forgot. Sparks flew between them, small patches of dirt suddenly roused from its resting place as metallic blades dug through it. The two slowly crisscrossed the land with deep gouges that would forever mar the landscape no matter how much time and erosion worked to erase it.
The two were simply too evenly matched; their fierce breathing showing their physical exertion, but still neither could over power the other. The onlookers paled at the sight as one slipped, his balance gone under the destroyed and liquefied soil. His opponent wasted no time as he drove his metallic weapon forward.
The blade grazed the man's side causing him to hiss out in pain as his opponent looked on impassively before jumping back to assert the damages. The cut was shallow, hardly bleeding enough to be a serious wound, but it was also the first cut of the war as this battle was later called.
A war not fought between two enemies, but two brothers who had lost their connection to each other long ago…