They sparred like professional animals, like their swords were sworn-in again and drawn in equal time, all piercing eyes align- one from the other
Typically bothered by all of the noise which surrounds with its sound of sellout crowds … wailING!! And “YellINg” like CrAzy at purely primal pace – –
These men with their blood-splattered faces, their muscle-bound egos and RADicALLy tripping atop of themselves – it’s all of it become a maniacal match, a bolstered together FISTFIGHT(!) to meet a pair of
Ferociously focused minds at the mid/dle . Raring themselves to go… to SoMeHoW, though(!?)… withstand the bloodDaNcE show!!
