A rare spot

Simple blessings are sometimes the best. Amidst the chaos and carnage and bloodshed only those who had brought it upon themselves, truly, managed to hang themselves with their own rope. That wasn't to say that no one got hurt; He and his own kin had bled tonight.

You wouldn't know them for brothers now, not any longer. You wouldn't have ever known them twins, not with the way they carried themselves. One wreathed in the corona of a fading summer's sky, one meek and gentle like spring's first sweeping breeze. They couldn't have been more different, no longer even bearing the same surname.

That isn't to say there wasn't proof they were once the same cells, though, split from the same being. For all of a moment's time they had stood opposite an impossible grave; The burial spot of something that couldn't die nor was laid to rest. They both bore the same crimson masks of an impossible paint; Days-old and dried blood from a wound inflicted seconds before. They had performed an impossible task and sometimes impossible was the only way through. There was a brief moment, a split of a second, where the fires and winds that swept through them didn't belong to either. Passion and revenge exploded and surged from a combustible source while an even temperament rode above flames on thermal wind. For a moment roles reversed.
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There was a story from roleplaying of yore that I recalled with a sudden bit of vividness once I realized there was no way for my character to contribute to the fight. The details don't match the weight of the imagery so I regret that I don't remember everything.

It was a Star Wars campaign. The characters were nearing the end of their quest when they were beset by a beast. Worn out and low on resources the fight took a dire turn. The only people left standing were two Jedi and one didn't have his lightsaber, having lost it prior in their journey.

The beast could not be harmed by conventional weaponry or blasters. Two characters with only a single weapon between them, inspiration struck.

That particular system for Star Wars allowed you to use the Force by casting through hit points, effectively. Every single turn was performed like this:

Justin uses Throw Lightsaber to attack the beast. Jim uses Force Grab to catch the Lightsaber. The beast attacks.

Jim uses Throw Lightsaber to attack the beast. Justin uses Force Grab to catch the Lightsaber.

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As the story goes, it was one of the most ridiculous occasions of a storyteller going wide eyed, saying "You're doing WHAT?" and then taking a moment, shrugging, and saying "Okay, roll."

They killed it, by the way. For half a moment, I was going to start telling Mai this story so that, if need be, we were going to recreate it. Stab the monster, intentionally drop it behind him. Next character retrieves it, takes no movement, stabs, drops. Repeat until one side is destroyed.