The wind tossed the clothing of the two rivals around them. Hair fell out of place, but neither cared. They were there for battle. The stakes were high and neither wanted to lose.
They both gripped their gunblades tightly. Watching the other for the first move. Tension was thick in the air. Enough that it almost felt solid around the pair.
Green eyes looked into blue, waiting. Just waiting for the right moment.
"Same rules?" The blonde one finally broke the silence.
"Yes." The brunette replied.
Both men tightening their fists around their weapons to the point where tendons showed through the leather gloves they both wore.
And in a moment the tension snapped and both men jumped into action.
"Rock, Paper, Scissors!" The both cried into the night air. Their choices displayed between them.
"I win again!" The brunette jumped around merrily. "You have to clean the bathroom!"
"Oh come off it Leonhart. You always cheat."