Only in juxtaposition can we see the true value, the true beauty in all things.

The Socratic philosophers believed that the perfect idea of a thing can only exist in the mind. That our physical world can only attempt but never reach perfection…

We are beings shooting for a perfection that was never in our reach to begin with.

Failed from the start.

Doomed to want that which we can never have, but fooling ourselves along the way, convincing ourselves that maybe just maybe….we can.

But as I stand here, in the middle of a mob of gruesome and ghoulish abominations that smell of decay and whisper of tainted souls…

Their dark energy slithers out from their being and its tendrils sneak and slither into my soul.

Kill us…

Set us free…

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The whisperings of their souls speak of a purgatory, of escape, of death.

Off in the distance, to my left, in a party all her own, I watch her dance amongst evil as if nothing could come between her and herself.

A counter balance is necessary.

In order to battle a great evil we must be given a great good as well.

Dashing everything they thought they knew, after all, everything we knew today can be disproven tomorrow…

She was my perfection.

Two slender arms with the muscle definition of a gymnastic, of an ancient Olympic sprinter, she flew and danced from foe to foe.

Slender cuts with fearsome power that quaked and hummed with force.

A downward slash would send her propelling forward only to follow up the strike with another, then pirouting into a whirlwind that caused an aoe pull.

Then a pop.

Fingers, limbs, arms, legs flew in the air.

Gruesome and gore juxtaposed her beauty and poise.

Now bathed in the green blood of her enemies, she turned to face me...

She smiled like a little girl does, not a warrior facing the pinnacle of our realm.

Then, she spun her face back towards the action and continued her onslaught.

A buff hovered over her party.

A leader's might.

[Confidence and damage boost caused by a figure who instills that within you. Someone you trust and look up to holds you forward]

Gritting my teeth, I noticed my own party didn't have the same buff.

Thanks to hers I sprung into action.

I would be like her.

I would inspire my men like she inspires me.

Unsheathing Rangnar' Claws and channeling my dragons breath, I became like the wind and allowed my dragon to flow out from my soul and onto the battlefield.

Bringing light to the dark.

Hoping that for today it was okay for might to make right.