As the autumn sun dipped toward the horizon, their eyes flashed angrily at one another. Aardaerimus’ hand slid over the pommel of his sword as a menacing grin spread across his face. His countenance was oozing with malevolence, and his mocking gaze made Illussionz’ blood boil.

“I shall pwn you!” Illussionz spat with rage as he unsheathed his weapon. The sunlight danced across his mighty blade as he held his weapon aloft and challenged Aardaerimus.

“I will defend myself!” Aardaerimus replied. The cold steel of his blade rang out in the crisp autumn air as Aardaerimus drew his sword.

Tempers flared as the surging adrenaline overthrew all rationality; and the mortal foes let loose chilling battle cries as they cast off their coats and charged headlong into battle! The sound of steel on steel echoed from the mountain peaks, as they clashed.

A vicious, wild dog appeared out of nowhere and was momentarily drawn into the fray, but the intensity of the conflict forced the beast to reconsider and he retreated in haste, to safety. Even the shadow of death itself dared not cross the warriors, choosing instead to lurk about the edge of the battlefield in the form of a cameraman!

Amid a flurry of sword strokes, Aardaerimus’ voice pierced the very heavens.

“Oh! My spleen!” Aardaerimus staggered backward. While there was nothing wrong with the spleen itself, there was the problem of the sword thrust through it.

Deciding that it would be undignified to remove the sword that felled him, Aardaerimus instead slumped to the ground and flailed for a moment before the wild dogs descended upon him and devoured his still warm flesh.

Illussionz wept, for the passing of his sworn enemy was also the passing of his beloved brother.

The End