Shell of choice: I don't think /anyone/ takes this question seriously.|
Skin of choice: ...This one either
The Stone Wall's TriumphThe field of battle shone in the stadium lights.The Stone Wall's Triumph by Celtic-Triune
The two teams had played hard and in that
They had gained a respect the only comes in battle.
In spite of that respect, the met each other viciously,
Like two opposing tidal waves slamming together,
One wave orange and the other maroon hued.
One of the maroon clad warriors stood strong
Towards the rear of the field, guarding the goal.
Her long blonde hair hung limply, sweat sodden.
Perspiration beaded down her face in a
Silent testament to the effort she'd given her allies.
Her weapon of choice, a short staff, crooked at the end.
Her eyes, the color of the untainted forest, hardened as
The opposing team finally pressed their attack.
The charge of the orange clad valkyries was
Of the caliber sung of in bardic lore.
Their spherical weapon rolled along the ground,
Manipulated deftly by the staffs of the valkyries.
The blonde warrior stood motionless,
Only moving when her space was invaded.
Then, the blonde stone wall broke into action.