Red and Blue
Swords flashing, blinding.
Quicker than lightening,
To match the deafening thunder,
And the pouring rain.
Swifter than Mercury in his tread,
With swordsmanship never before seen,
No quarter given no quarter received.
Until, finally, Red is pushed back,
And the dust falls thick, quickly turning into mud.
Red pulls out something,
And four fires tear the air.
But Blue twirls his sword,
And the silver pebbles disappear,
Only to line the ground.
Blue swings his sword in a swift arc,
And the pebbles fly to Red.
But they are smashed aside.
"Why do you refuse to gain power?"
The rain drowns out the rest of the words, leaving only "…our father…"
The voice was cold and superior.
"I don't have a father. I just don't like you…"
The voice is fired with inner passion.
Hatred and hurt.
Red lunges forward,
Sword ready for the kill.
But it is blocked.
And the two stand locked,
Glaring at each other,
Unmindful of the rain.
Insatiable hunger for victory within them.
The blades glow crimson where they cross.
Until…
Blue pushes the opposing blade away.
And stabs the surprised Red.
"Foolishness…"
Red gasps suddenly,
And tries to grasp the blade within him.
"Might controls everything…"
Again, the rain drowns out his words.
Blue lunges in close and Red falls back.
The sword whips back even as
Blue grabs something silver from the latter's neck,
Not bothering to stay the other's fall.