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At the peak takes place an epic strife between sentient and bestial halves. Claws and fangs do not pierce steel, yet plate and blade find themselves advantage-less against battle-weathered hide. The cheers from below are clear and confident as if rooting is as ultimate as declaring a winner, but the sounds are muffled by the thundering clouds and impending storm. A sudden flash of lightning ignites the struggle further and the downpour of rain becomes indistinct from that of sweat. Blows continue to fail as each one continues to underestimate the ferocity of its target. But the hammer falls, erupting into a terrestrial explosion neither divined nor created by either battler. A fiery wind blows the trees from their roots, and the sane from their senses, as none are sagacious enough to lift even a foot in retreat.
Having thwarted the beast-slaying design, the beast's valor topples immediately after his balance does, realizing it is ultimately this primitive yet inescapable force of stone and earth that permeated his defenses. The inexorable crushing fires the beast's head from his body, forcing the creature to have a final and undignified look at his opponent suffering a similar fate. The warrior's grip is undeterred but the steel of his sword must succumb to what it knows is a force not to be resisted. In its wild revolutions through the clouds it catches not a single glint of sunlight, but rather summons the last bolt of lightning either battler would ever see. A hole of otherwise unfathomable scale is ripped through the clouds revealing the flattened pinnacle of battle.
Victory was claimed not by beast or brute, but by a wayward celestial intervention. What remained was a steel pike in the earth that first tasted blood only after the cessation of any and all combat, a dripping, monstrous head that mounted its point, and the concave arena of dirt that circumscribed both.
Haha. I swear to god I started this entry with every intention of it being relevant...oh well.
Having thwarted the beast-slaying design, the beast's valor topples immediately after his balance does, realizing it is ultimately this primitive yet inescapable force of stone and earth that permeated his defenses. The inexorable crushing fires the beast's head from his body, forcing the creature to have a final and undignified look at his opponent suffering a similar fate. The warrior's grip is undeterred but the steel of his sword must succumb to what it knows is a force not to be resisted. In its wild revolutions through the clouds it catches not a single glint of sunlight, but rather summons the last bolt of lightning either battler would ever see. A hole of otherwise unfathomable scale is ripped through the clouds revealing the flattened pinnacle of battle.
Victory was claimed not by beast or brute, but by a wayward celestial intervention. What remained was a steel pike in the earth that first tasted blood only after the cessation of any and all combat, a dripping, monstrous head that mounted its point, and the concave arena of dirt that circumscribed both.
Haha. I swear to god I started this entry with every intention of it being relevant...oh well.