There was no “Up in the sky, look! It's a bird! It's a plane!” No. Everyone knew who they were. The dark sky was filled with the smell of heated iron. The sparks, like fireworks on 4th with the dynamics of missiles. It was intense. People, down on earth staring with the anticipation for the final outcome of this battle. Battle of two titans that would not let go of whatever reason for this might have been. The crash, the noise of the metal friction heard form miles away attracted more and more audience. Both masked opponents, armed and deadly. One strike after another, they looked like the boxers or perhaps strange couple of dancers that twirled around in the sky, falling and climbing up every few seconds just to fall back down again. The fierce warriors separated. The black clouds started gathering, locking them out from each others reach. They say there is always calm before a real storm hits. With force of thousand thunders Iron Ma...
-Timmy! Timmy dinners ready! Come and wash your hands
-But muuuuum! I haven’t finished my battle!