Thunderstorm.

Tunneling deep into the eyes of one another A channeling of a mutual respect and despotic hatred High above nearly visible a clash between the two Exploding in a power of light as the two blades clash Blood dripping and falling to the ground far below An exchange of life giving from ones dissolution Great deafening claps as the struggle escalates in brutality Allowing sight only for a moment as the blades counter Over and over looking for the weakness in fleshed instinct The shroud growing darker and boiling over in intensity Meek cowering below searching for cover in the satirical shower The earth tearing and swallowing in on itself Colliding titans high above dancing the rhythmic rituals Displaying their prowess akin to a lioness stalking Through the pain they persevere…determined…undaunted The sinewy arms cumbrous with fear and loathing Swinging with an almost disporting will to butcher Slowing to a laggards pace…breathe a heavy coarse wind This melodic storm ravaging horizon to mountain Steady, clockwork, weighted, understanding As the two stop, allowing a brightening to spread Regarding with that respect and tyrannical equality They release one another to heal and recover Rallying oneself for another engagement at Asgard.