The Battle: Prelude

A grin hung impatiently from each of their faces as they looked upon the other. In a moment, they'd be desperately attempting to rob the other of their life. The reason was irrelevant, and probably not ultimately worth killing anyone. The world around them was plunged in chaos, another atrocity at every step. And still, they smiled, for it was in this theater of death that they were about to experience life to its fullest.

There was something about death that was energizing. It was not so much the concept, though, as it was being in its immediacy. The feeling was fleeting, lasting only a few minutes at best, but it was feeling powerful enough that men would spend their whole lives chasing after it. These were two such men.

Slowly, the younger, sharper one reached for an arrow out of his quiver, and notched it. The weathered veteran that was his rival drew his broadsword as he, too, readied. For a moment, they stood there poised, an inexpressible feeling connecting them both. And then, it was gone; an unsaid word dispelled the barrier between them, and the battle begun.

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So, this is going to be a little short story of mine. Hope y'all enjoy it.