The stars shone gloriously amongst the battle taking place ever so close to them. One warrior wielded a simple wooden bo-staff, infused with his great power, while the other chose to use nothing but his bare hands. 

“I won’t let you win this,” avow the battered man, passionately fortifying his weapon with his bud golden energy before swiftly slicing it through the cold air of the galaxy and pointing it at his sworn enemy. 

The opposing warrior scoffed and raised his fists out in front of him, illuminating an electric, intense glow of pitch black light.

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice,” he promised, letting his golden aura erupt into its intimidating presence around his body. 

After one last look into each other’s eyes and exchanging unsaid words of hatred, determination, and fury. Through the glow of the galaxy, through the glow of their “stars”, and through the auras they emitted, the last combatants of a grueling war clashed to end things completely.