In the middle of the Sea of Clouds, two paths of red and blue entwined, dancing unto sharp corners and exchanging fire at their intersections.
In a state of ultra-high-speed movement, the strangely disparate rivals were able to predict each other's moves. Each exposed a glint of vulnerability, luring the other to bite the bait, while stealthily moving towards a favorable position, plotting a lethal blow on their opponent engrossed in the chase.
As implausible as it sounded, this tit-for-tat exchange was a miraculous feat accomplished within the battlefield's expanse.
