The picture jittered and shook until the camera came to a rest. A blurry palm let go of the lens and part of a dark forest cleared up, the trees only letting in scattered sunbeams. A green swordsman stepped back, drawing the blade from his back in one swift motion. He swung it in the air for a few seconds, switching hands and directions constantly, before throwing it over his head and into a tree. The swordsman checked a watch he didn't have while a wooden texture crept across his blade from the contact point.
After a few seconds, he grabbed the hilt and made a show of pulling it from the tree, putting his foot on the trunk and everything. Once it popped out he bashed it against the bark. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Not even a dent. He tossed the sword away and exited the frame.
When he returned, he carried a car battery in one hand and a pail in the other. Setting the battery down and picking up his weapon, he backed up and hurled the pail's contents. Water splashed all over the battery and enormous sparks surged. The swordsman inched closer with his blade out until he swung at the discharge. Electricity trailing off, the wood charred black before suddenly morphing into a crackling lightning bolt.
The battery died down, letting the green man approach the tree again. With a mighty two-handed slash, he sliced the trunk clean through. The top half fell behind them with a thump. Approaching the lower half, he quickly carved a single word into the wood:
"ALLOY"
He then shook the sword until the lightning dissipated. The man resheathed it onto his back and walked up to the camera.
"I'll see you on the battlefield."
Click.
Tape end.