The
setting sun cast a red glow over the entire vista. Standing on the high
plateau, two swordsmen stared into each other’s eyes. One was a tall,
fair-haired, blue-eyed man who exuded an air of coolness. The other one was of
medium height and dark hair and his eyes were burning with an intense green
fire. It was obvious from his clenched fists that he was just about to let fury
take over his sanity, An eagle flying overhead shrieked, and something snapped.
The two men clashed and dematerialized, next second they were in another
position, the next second in another. It was as if they were teleporting all
over the expanse of the plateau. At one point they sprang apart. The fair one
had a long broadsword, held in the ninja stance, while the dark-haired one held
something like rapiers in both his hands, but with much stouter bodies. The
eagle screamed again and the fight began anew. They both knew that only one of
them would be walking away from this fight alive and towards his freedom. As they continued to attack each other, each maneuver was greeted by a
thousand-throated roar, demanding only one action, ‘Kill! Kill! Kill!’…..
The year, circa.
3450 A.D. The two fighters were
gladiators. The place, ‘The New Colosseum’. Juan Caesar looked on from atop his
High box and smiled. It felt good to be a Roman citizen again………
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