There were droves of them...
Two teams set apart by difference of opinion.
The smart ones had since given forewarning of obliteration, but the desision was made, and they stood firm with annihilation in their eyes and in their inevitable destiny.
Silence rolled through the feilds whispering certain death into the apathetic ears of passionate brawlers.
Their minds, arrested in the heat of the moment,
Emptied of sane thought.
Their hearts, tainted with pride
Defiled, corrupted, adulterated...
Brock J. Glaze