Drabble-ish. Written on a whim, because I felt like playing with imagery. Eh. Originally didn't want to post it, but I want to know what you guys think...feh. Okay. Oh imagery, you're like poetry...
The plain was awash like an ocean, rolling and pitching with the darkness; every inch of the Great Maw was obsidian black, save for the two humanoid forms that moved through the mass. Their movements were like a dance, elegant but unyielding, the blades they were wielding so synced in their actions that they seemed to be only extensions of their lithe forms…
The taller of the two, a young man with spiked brunette hair and bright, optimistic eyes, slashed through enemies with expertise and ferocity, his feet barely touching the ground as he darted through the ranks. White electricity crackled around his hands and weapon. A silver necklace danced around his neck, glinting in the sun's fading rays as he raised a hand and called out to his partner…
Red-wine locks partially obscured the young woman's face as she returned his greeting, squinting through the dust. It lasted only a moment before the onslaught of creatures drew her attention again. She twirled her blade artfully before striking out, occasionally breaking a combination to call lightning that rained down from the Heavens, or ice that pierced the darkness with sharp, cold points. The brunette summoned a fiery inferno that wreathed his blade in flames, rivaling that of the dying sun as the sky darkened and the shadows lengthened…
The onslaught continued, and through the flashes of light and darkness, one could see (if one looked hard enough) that sometimes brunette locks flashed to blonde, hands twirling dual blades in the stead of one; a dark, ebony black and a shining, brilliant white that carved into the masses with the ease of the Key that wielded them. Sometimes, auburn became the whitest yellow and it was the Memory Witch who struck at the shadows, not with blade or weaponry but the immense and terrible power of control…
The shadows dissipated around the two, crystalline hearts rising into the blackening sky; the numbers dwindled until naught but a single blot of darkness remained.
Then the two Wielders, the fingers of their free hands intertwined, raised their blades in a half-salute to the fading dredges of crimson, before the night reclaimed the earth and the darkness settled over it once again.
