One look reveals everything.

  One look gives them each all they need to know about each other.

  In one look they have become brothers and enemies.

  Those men, no, the things dancing there aren’t men anymore. A man would shy away in the face of such adversity. A man would sway and topple like the pillars of an ancient ruin. No man fights as though his death is so near as these things do. The crowd stares, enthralled at these two immortals, enlightened beings. One, unmoving, static and horrible. The other, wild, blinding and terrible. The intent behind a single step would, on its own, shatter the will of any human forced to face it. The force of their will alone drips out from the ring like ice in the vein, gelid and beautiful. They scatter about the ring like starlight.

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  Their battle rages on for an eternity. Its beauty is unfathomable. To understand it is to peek beyond the fourth the confines of reality itself. No one before has witnessed the accumulation of such tactically brutish might in the hands of any being. An onlooker peering into the spectacle would call it anything but as he stares at the swollen facades of these shades, all while questioning the worth of his life. They twist like wires and flash like thunder. They crash like rogue waves. They are all at once an earthquake and a hurricane. They brutalize each other, unyielding. Blood and spit and sweat fly as they claw and gnash. They are both willed to each other through the fates themselves. Alone they are singularities. Together they are much more.

  The two dancing are an angel and a devil.

  Two sides of the same coin.

  Two beings cast into an eternal game of chances.