She fought like a demon, a poisonous whirlwind on the battlefield. Her strikes fast and efficient, accurate and precise. Her moves were methodical but fluid, seemingly effortless and faster than a snake bite. Venom spilled almost instantly, as soon as she looked in your direction, and limbs found themselves detached from their owners too quick to comprehend, flurries of movement, blurs even to our eyes. The ground quickly became saturated with pools of venom, the remaining survivors turning to flee but never getting the chance. Her eyes were pitch black, burning with untold horrors and flames of darkness and eradication, casualty, loss, and your ruination. Annihilation and termination blending together to follow in her footsteps as she reinforced mortality, imposing dissolution to those that thought themselves invincible. Living mortality, she snuffed out the short burning flames of existence en mass, cold, deadly, scarily absolute. The essence of all your worse nightmares somehow made so much more, mixed together with abominations beyond imagination.

He went off like a bomb, explosive and fast and seemingly just barely contained. His strikes were hard and fast, out of nowhere but dead on. His moves were efficient and violent, but flowed with an undercurrent of pure, raw power. He was the purest example of deadly, fear piercing the hearts of those unlucky enough to oppose him. Many tried to run but in a more than futile attempt as his wrath was delivered swiftly and surely. He was rough and fluid and death incarnate all in one and any doubt that ever was about his titles, any errant thoughts that the stories were exaggerated even a little was erased as he wiped out too many to keep track, in the most effective, fear-inducing ways. Bringer of Death, God of War, Ares Embodied, One Man Army, and many more, none truly doing him justice, yet rightly his all the same. If she was horror than he was terror, singing through them like raging fire, irony that was not lost on me. Dread stretched out in front of him as the saner ones threw themselves into the fire to avoid this hellion riding in on limbs and venom as havoc and annihilation crashed in his wake. The epitome of all that was feared and so much more awful, taking out all he could reach then moving on to the next batch.

Together, they were a sight to behold and a major problem to the enemy. They worked together perfectly, their styles meshing as one, leaving death and destruction in their wake. They were better than words can describe, flowing together in a deadly concoction of cyanide and dynamite that left their opponent with a snowball's chance in hell. Probably even less. They were a match made in heaven and hell burning through the ranks with deadly skill, god-given and perfectly honed to a point. Dreadful yet strangely spectacular, too exceptionally marvelous and intimidatingly, strikingly, daunting to be true. And yet, there they were, proof to the eyes of anybody fortunate enough to call them comrades in arms, allies. Or even those that just happened to be fighting a common enemy.

It was beauty and it was horrid, and everything in between. In short, it was truly awesome, a walking contradiction. Only, not walking, but living. And because of that, a haze of death descended immediately on our makeshift battlefield.

Watching this amazing show of pure power and dexterity with a bit of fear-inducing prowess at the most elegant form of violence, I found myself awestruck. So much death and gore and yet it was like an art or ancient dance, a horrifying but captivating vision of venom and limbs. In that moment, I could only pause and stare in pure humility as we saw them in their true element, and were forced to rethink all our previous judgements and opinions. Only one coherent thought ran through my mind, the rest a buzz of astonishment and newfound respect. Thank god they're on our side.