Duelists

I am an insect crawling on the ceiling, observing in awe.

I feel the rush of violence beat against my face, and hear great dashing steps. I stare intently into the dark, straining my wide eyes to see.

Out of the blackness, with indiscernible speed, weapons flash; they clash with such violence they ignite my world, and shake my soul – I stir, as if to flee, but I cannot remove my gaze from this battle. The flash illuminates great grey faces, filled with rage, breathing heavily.

They are the faces of great duelists, engaged in a battle that has raged for the length of history, only moving across worlds, the violence waning, and gaining intensity, leaving destruction and chaos in their wake.

They hypnotize me, terrify me, inspire me.

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