[ OT ] Writing Workshop # 50 : Conflict - Man vs. Man

There is one chair in the room and two men want to sit. 
 
 The two are similar and battle in their minds, their weapons are words and their wills are shields. One wears the robes of his order, crystal blue with an embroidered symbol of a crystallized eye above the right breast. His hood has fallen back and his face is visible, green eyes focused and black hair matted with sweat in his effort. His opponent wears no such robes, but a traveling cloak and leathers. He is dirty, as if from days on the road, and his orange eyes burn with fury. He is a shaman from a nomad clan, a clan that is currently camped outside the castle. They do n't know why they have come, but he led them here for this very moment. 
 
 A bolt of lightning arcs across the space between them and is caught by the blue mage with an anti-magic field. His skill is obvious in the quickness of the shield and in the power of his response. The energy of the spell is absorbed by the blue mage who uses it as flame, sending a gout towards his opponent. The drifter dodges the burst, stepping twice backwards, and roared his response, raising his hands high above his head before slamming them down to the ground. The floor of the room begins to shake as the ground bucks and heaves, an energy is coursing through it now and the blue mage recognizes it only too late. The ground bucks and shudders around him and before he can formulate a response he is thrown from his feet. 
 
 Using his magic to power his, jump the drifter leaps through the air and closes the distance between himself and the blue mage. In his hands appears a dagger, a long and jagged affair that looked to have shed some blood in it's time, and he raises it to bring down on his adversary. The blade strikes and sparks the ground as it seems to move straight through the blue mage and hit the ground. An illusion, he realizes, as he feels something strike the back of his head and he falls into darkness. 
 
 Victorious, the blue mage returns to his prize. The chair, something so simple and yet something so much more. `` Finally, the answers to everything.'' He sits and waits to be accosted by a vision, a vision of the stars and the beyond. The legends always said this seat would show the sitter the many secrets of the world and the legends would prove to be true. As he sits there he comes to a sudden realization.'You ca n't believe everything you hear.'
