They've met like this before, I'd bet anything. Silver hair on one side, gold on the other, both wearing armor that's clearly survived things armor shouldn't survive, and between them a burst of dark light like the world itself flinched. But here's what I love: the softness. Neither sword is drawn. The space between their faces is full of something older than rivalry — recognition, maybe. When you've fought someone enough times, the fighting becomes a language, and this is them just saying hello. Their expressions aren't angry. They're almost amused, the way old friends are amused, the way siblings are when they meet at the airport after a year and immediately start arguing about whose turn it is to pick the restaurant. The shoulder plates have that marbled green-black sheen like river stone, and both women hold themselves with the stillness of people who know exactly how fast the other one can move. The backdrop tears black and white behind them like a flag with no country. Duel number... who's counting. My money's on another draw. Some pairs are just better at the meeting than the ending.
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