Slam.

They saw the ripples through the rock as the geotitan’s fist collided with the cheek of the other. Debris rained from its body as it fell backward, trees blowing apart as its body carved a crater.

It rose, and as its foe recovered from the force of having sent its own staggering punch, the other threw its weight into its reply.

Slam.

Each continued this way, back and forth.

Slam.

Back and forth.

Slam.

One versus an other. Each a perfect counterweight.

Slam.

Their destruction was senseless, but ceaseless.

Slam.

Their mutual anger, a storm. A supercell of forces that were forced to force their impasse with one another.

Slam.

Forced to force themselves into the most direct form of conflict. To avoid coexistence.

Slam.

There was no telling how much destruction it would take.

Slam.