The Great Belligerency [Round 4: Static]

Originally posted on MSPA by Pick Yer Poison.

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In the dead heat of the Eternity Plateu, two armies marched towards each other. One was composed almost entirely of rabble clutching rocks and sticks. Phil led this force, his white armor shining blindingly in the sun. The other boasted more advanced forces, containing horsemen with pikes and swords, but a smaller number of them. Balance spearheaded this side, golden hammer and scale clutched securely in his hands as he sat on top of a borrowed horse.

The two armies sized each other up as they closed the distance, scoping out the competition and picking out targets. Phil's army treaded haphazardly and Balance's marched properly, but both made the same pace, and quickly the two met. Phil's warriors flowed around him, eager to meet Balance's, who felt quite the same way. Pikemen stabbed naked flesh from atop horseback, and were then in turn brought down by heavy rocks colliding with their skulls. Phil lept around the battlefield, brandishing his crude baseball bat, caving heads in and dealing lethal blows as he made his way to Balance, who was matching him kill for kill, balancing out the score as best he could.

Finally, the two met in the middle of all the fighting and squared off, a clearing forming around them as followers dissolved into their own battles, avoiding the two killing machines as best they could.