I've never posted anything in this thread before, but I reckon I'll enter.
Something short that I wrote in an similarly short amount of time;
PROMPT 2You challenged me. You thrust your weapon through the air, and invited, dared me to do the same. With tangible trepidation, I chose to answer.
Righteous battle had henceforth commenced, both parties fully committed to the clash.
You were strong, stronger, perhaps. Your dark armour bore the scars of a thousand skirmishes, yet still remained secure. Your eyes were filled with burning hate.
The first blow was yours, a testament to your unbridled ferocity. It shattered across my breastplate, with the force of a thousand ungodly suns.
You, my worthy opponent, followed it up with two more quick strokes. The pain was excruciating. I would have fallen within that first conflict, had I not the love of my fair lady.
Her heavenly beauty became my armour, I had stood my ground. Her immeasurable grace fueled my attacks, I returned a hard riposte. Perhaps you had staggered, perhaps you were stunned, but I do not think that is true. No doubt you had withstood my hits through force of your endless will.
I cannot imagine any different, for you were the better warrior.
We two brave knights grappled for hours, perhaps days. It felt like lifetimes, the world aged around us as we fought, though that is surely an impossibility.
We traded blows, and as our blades clattered against each other's shells, one of us began to weaken. Born out of the relentless clangour of battle, exhaustion became our true foe.
Only one of us would succumb. Only one of us would emerge the victor. Only one of us had received a fair lady's love.
You tired, and that made you foolish. I parried, and exploited the gap in your defense. With god given strength, I tossed you off our wooden battleground.
You had hurtled through the air, pulled into the ground's uncaring embrace. A sickening crack. A desperate gasp. I looked on in relief as you stood up unharmed, and scurried swiftly away from the sullen oak tree.
Farewell, dark knight. May your chitinous carapace remain sturdy, and your horn ever unbroken. We shall meet again.
For now, I raise my own horn aloft, my many legs twitching in excitement.
For I go to see my fair lady.
I apologise if it's a bit contrived.
One of those things that's always stuck in my memory was an old David Attenborough documentary. It's most memorable moment was a battle between two large male beetles that took place on a branch, over a mate. The two insects would "joust" and do their best to lob each other off the wooden platform
I'm not sure why I remember it so well, it's something I watched many, many years ago. Anyway, I really loved doing this, as it's (definitely!) not my usual writing style and the first thing I've written that doesn't have a humanoid narrator (Great prompt, btw!). I might have cocked up the tenses a little, (again, not my usual thing!), but still, very enjoyable. I may stick around
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