In Harms Way

Counting the minutes till the battle begins, forces mounting and nerves fray, the involved pray, hoping that their deity will pull through. This battle takes field not on ground, but inside marble and stone, people that are indifferent get to wage war, to choose between two Generals without weapons, but words. What is best for their prized possession? One General beautiful, cunning and self obsorbed; The other? Motivated, self aware and protective of blood. Verbal daggers and missiles will be thrown, some will be dodged, most will find target within a soul, not the soul of the Commanders, but the possession itself. One way or another, after time passes and engagements dim, a soul will feel victorious, the other stained and defeated, but the Prize will be the one with the scars, none other. God help those that cannot fight for themselves.