Carnage again, Engulfed Nations of Men… Sin, Greed and Power…
The deadly mix that’s always able ta’ crush Towers in Blight
Only 200 years after the last Battle of Neighbors took Flight
But this time it was Fought with only Two Men in One Night…

First, let’s take a simple History Leason: this man we’ll call ‘Blademasta’ Profession’
Intense with Aggression, The Best ta’ the Fullest…No man was even close ta’ his Level
No one but: ‘Stone Face, the Devil’ a.k.a. ‘The Nemesis’…Soul of Liquid Metal…
Now, Blademasta’ had Heart, Illest with his Sword of the Valiant
Created in Forges with Supernatural Torches and Talent
No man could Contend, where his Blade cut air…Death settled in
Lightly Held in forms similar to an Emcee with-his-Pen
His Grace was Unequaled, Uniform in his Stances
Top Notch with his Sword… His constant Companion…

Twenty-Five Days Journey East leads us to one also called: ‘The Beast’
Nemesis also had Talent but Corrupted he was Chained to a Leash
No need for a Sword he had Strength neva’ Imagined
Psychic Abilities, on top of that he was Built like a Savage
He taught himself Discipline until finally they Freed him, He’d Neva’ be Owned again
Survival settled in, he Trained and Performed with the Best of them
Studied the ways of Power…and soon it Congested him, Twisted and Molested him…
Evil right Down to his Core, Forever Seeking the Battle that he knew was in Store…

Two Nations Sought destruction of the other, No more room for one another
Hatred boiled Over, Consumed each Alike, Only one thing Remained….
A Fierce Battle for Rights.
Wars Engulfed Cities, killed Millions and Corroded
Only one Solution remained to be Noted… Each side Chose its best so they Voted
The City of Light, Gold and Perfection, Chose one Combatant: ‘Blademasta Profession’
The other neva’ even got ta’ Pick theirs, Nemesis Lunged and Engaged in Warfare

The Battle begins, Sword Sparks Collide with Brain Waves Magical Winds
Surgical Hits ta’ Nemesis but his Skin Immaculately Mends
Caught off Guard, Blademasta’s Knocked back with Livid Scorches
Invisible Forces Cut Flesh like Blow Torches
Bent Back his Hand Snaps but Incredibly he’s still a Fortress…
Now on the Offense, He lunges with Thoughts of Corpses
Swiftly with the Mental Nemesis Counters the Next move
Jumps ta’ the Right and Executes with Molten rock Plumes
Cascades of Earth suddenly Surround the Swordsmen,
This Battle is over unless he can counter with More then…
He realizes a Weak Spot and in an Instant he’s back in
Shocked from the Volley he Throws blow after blow-at-him
Moves from one Stance to anotha’ like Liquid Death… he Discovers
Nemesis is Cut Clean in two, Surrounded in Crimson Hue he Created on others…
He drops to the ground and Instantly gone, he neva’ Suffered…
War fought and ended in Night’s Glimmering Blanket
Destiny Changed with one Sword and the Man that Made it.