The earth pulled as the two beings fought mid-air. One constantly striking and thrusting, the other always defending and deflecting one's blows.
Their fall was graceful and elegant, both like having the wings of angels as they were suspended mid air by the fight. Their swords were like an instrument of art, made to draw for the eyes of the watchers below them.
But all events must come to an end, and so did theirs.
The earth succeeded in pulling them down from their grace.
One of them, Evan, defied, kicking the opponent as a stepping stone to helping him land safely on the beach.
While the other, Hubert, powerless, couldn't do a single thing except block the incoming kick, thus, propelling himself even harder toward the endless canvass of blue below.
"See you," Evan made a peace sign with his finger, smiling while having his tongue out.