Electricity passes over skin a raging lightning storm between fingertips and nerves.
Pulses thunder like the battle drums of long gone warring forces.
One will succumb, one will overcome.
Along the valley wall.
Over the top of the rise.
One long slow deep plunge penetrating the outer defenses and a lone exhaustive breath.
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