The Dark and the Light
A crude, two-paragraph combat sequence I made to see what storytelling I could cram into a fight. Used my fursona for one character's name and didn't try for the other.
The two glared at eachother, two wolves fighting for survival. Cimmerian of Dark Family Nox against Crystal of Light Family Luceat stood, blades held at ready. Cimmerian raised his hand and leveled it at Crystal, and she did the same. The two launched spikes, one dark, one light, and then they charged. Cimerrian jumped, Crystal ducked, and before long, the two blades clashed. Tendrils of darkness and light collided as they swiped to strike and block, metal rang as blades collided. The two were moving faster than even the eyes of top mages could track.
Soon, the two stood once more, gasping for breath. Cimmerian, confident that he could sneak a quick strike in, attempted to strike her with a tendril of darkness from his hand. He poured every last bit of strength into the strike. Despite his best efforts, Crystal caught it and turned it to light. With control over it, she stabbed a spike into his palm, which then grew to his arm, then his chest. Before long, Cimmerian was a pincushion of lightform spikes, dead without having every stood a real chance.
The fight ended, the Dark Family had no more survivors, and only shadows remain. Light now shines brighter than ever, destroying even the most determined of shadows and ruling its policies to everything.