Stalemate
A thunderstorm, a lightning strike and there it starts! The duel of rage versus rage; of the best versus the best, it comes to no end. There is simplicity in this- to decide who is the strongest. A pulse of electricity flows from each one of them, meeting in the middle and forming an epicenter, forming great streaks of lightning spreading shockwaves that resound for miles. The two play a game of chess. From each pawn moved, each strategy devised, the surrounding armies charge to fit the scene. Each piece sacrificed is a life lost. The moves made in this game are matters of life and death, each predicting who will go first and who is the most valuable. Though the rules of this game are different: each piece is not following its original value that would be in the game of "chess", but following the values that each player puts on them. One side full of death, one side serving life. Sacrifice and protection are two contradicting games, and it is these two offenses that bring themselves to life in this unique game of chess. But both go towards the same goal: to win, to survive, and to be the best. Though however it would seem that one side was gaining the advantage, there would be a turn of the table. No side wins without living, nor dying; no side wins without sacrifice, nor advantage. The player of death summons the undead from the graves to fight at his side; and the player of life uses devises the divine powers of ressurection to surpass his opponent.
Though both sides fight on the same playing field. In other words, they serve the same master. The one force that decided that they existed, and also the one force that decided they would clash. It was made in this way, that after all petty indifferences had been settled, they would have their final duel. After everything else had been dealt with; after all the world had kneeled before them, they would have their duel.
But the end serves the same, bitter fate. In the end, not one of them surpases the other. For they are equal, and in a world of opposites both sides are needed; in a world of opposites there is always two.
A battle for the end shall never end. For when the end comes, there are no more battles.
Balance.
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