Prompt #3: Hegemony
Theirs was a dance.
Madara can't deny the beauty to his movement. He never could. There was a lithe fluidity about how the Senju moved, an overwhelming sense of his power wafted off his sweat-drenched skin.
The Uchiha knew this battle of theirs, fought at the brink of destruction, was going to end much the same as the rest of them. He would kneel; he would fall at the feet of the man who always stood above him, no matter how many times he told him, between blows, that they were brothers.
So he kneels. He kneels to this god among men; the god that had shaken and torn him, then drove a blade through his heart while the heavens rumbled overhead.
So it was, so it will be.