[Mordred]: 676.Contest Entries.Five Words Contest.June 07

The once-fresh air was charged with hostile energy. I stared into the eyes of the man fated to be my rival in all things; he glared back at me, his cobalt blue orbs sparkling with the prospect of challenge. I felt the space between us sizzle with the heat we gave off, and the sour stink of tense sweat filled my nostrils. Our jaws clenched, our fists tightened, and I swear I heard us both growling at each other. We were locked in a silent stalemate, neither budging, neither giving in. It was a contention for the ages.