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The Dance of Death
The sound of steel crunches through the grass.
Two men, fully encased in armor pace in a circle, staring at each other with their blades out and at the ready for the right moment to strike the other.
Their bodies shaped in a way to signal to the world that they are ready to fight and if necessary die.
Their faces, although covered in steel masks, give off a sort of confidence and a sign that these two are not going to give in into cowardice and run, even though in the moment they both know only one will live while the other will perish.
As time keeps on passing, the pacing stops, and within the moment, the fight starts.
The blades sing out the song of steel as both combatants start clashing on to one another, trying to find an opening to strike the enemy’s body, hiding behind the skin of steel.
In the end, only one of them lives while the other is given a quick and painless death.
Two men, fully encased in armor pace in a circle, staring at each other with their blades out and at the ready for the right moment to strike the other.
Their bodies shaped in a way to signal to the world that they are ready to fight and if necessary die.
Their faces, although covered in steel masks, give off a sort of confidence and a sign that these two are not going to give in into cowardice and run, even though in the moment they both know only one will live while the other will perish.
As time keeps on passing, the pacing stops, and within the moment, the fight starts.
The blades sing out the song of steel as both combatants start clashing on to one another, trying to find an opening to strike the enemy’s body, hiding behind the skin of steel.
In the end, only one of them lives while the other is given a quick and painless death.
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