The two figures stand, tense
Waiting for the signal,
Their eyes locked.
The the word:
"Fight!"
And they attack.
Battling to kill the other,
For their own freedom;
Release
From this torturous realm.
Blades clash, ringing out
Over the sounds of the storm.
A trail of red
Streaks the circle
Until finally
One falls.
Lying in a pool of scarlet,
The warrior's soul
Is captured.
Then you poke me,
And I fall off the bed,
Dropping my controler.