In a burst of cosmic screaming velocity, everyone tore forward, pouncing upon one another with an almost instinctual ferocity. The void itself became a blur to the eyes of countless warriors as they streaked forward, weapons drawn in a deadly display of intent, spears, swords, axes, hammers, whips, all brandished with a reflexive precision that spoke of centuries of honed skill.
In a cataclysmic, apocalyptic explosion of force, the two sides collided, madness brimming in their eyes, the air crackling with anticipation of destruction.
Words had become redundant; silence was the prelude to annihilation. Both sides understood implicitly that only one would emerge alive. Each combatant was prepared to lay down their life for their Galaxy in that singular, irrevocable moment.
