*Booooom*
Axe head met quarter staff, obsidian collided with copper and silver, black clashed against imperial purple, miasmic divinity screeched, clawed and snarled against prosperous holiness; and the laws the Gods so lovingly drew into existence, began to scream and die in agony around us.
The once still air shattered like glass, and hurled in a wave of disquiet, carrying the stench of true horror in it's frantic stampede to escape. The sturdy stone beneath our feet shook like the dry leaves it always ridiculed in autumn, while the morning dew began to ooze like foul blood down grass blades and messy hair of the men staring horror struck at us.
Even the sun seemed reluctant to continue stretching it's golden tendrils across the sky, that was impatiently awaiting to return to it's royal cerulean blue again.
