The Moon stood straighter, refusing to be provoked by the universe.
Behind her the Sun stood and moved back, away from range of the fight,
he knew that the deal would be off as soon as he intervened, as much as
he wanted to help and keep his love alive.
The universe held out its hand, calling forth a sword of
oblivion, it was as black as obsidian and sucked in the light around it,
rendering the sky a little darker, like when the Sun just sinks below
the horizon.
In reaction the Moon drew her sword. She clapped her hands
together, then making two fists next to each other she drew her sword
from the air. It had been elegantly made by the Moon's own nimble hands.
She had carved one of her moonbeams, perfecting its slender form before
intertwining it with a sun ray that she had caught so that it shined
brighter. It was a sword that drew power from her relationship and no
sword or power could match it.
The universe, upon seeing her weapon, forced a smile. It didn't
bow again to the Moon, instead it readied itself for attack, sinking low
to the floor, balanced, poised, waiting. The Moon too stood ready, she
instead adopted defence, better to see what the universe was capable of
wielding before going in for the kill.
Seconds passed, silence enveloped them, the two attackers stared at each other daring the other to make the first move.
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