2 blades, 1 victor. 2 Knights, 1 black, 1 blue. 2 goals, revenge, and prosperity. 2 expressions, a smile, and determination. 2 horses with armor, 1 gold, and 1 silver. But now 1 charge. Full speed. No turning back. 2 howls. An infinite clop of 2 rushing stallions. Then silence. In one’s eye, a look of victory. The other, a look of defeat. 2 blades, 1 shimmering with an edge of silver. The other, red with sin and enemy blood. While only 1 winner, the burning orange and yellow flames of hatred between both knights remain. While one falls to the ground, the other falls to his knees. Hatred and sadness always follows with regret.