I'm still 
over that loss last week so I decided to belt out a little story about the end of the game in a third-person narrative. Here goes nothing:
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Steel Maiden heated the cool, crisp October air with her heavy breaths. She was tired to the point where the only reason why she stood was due to pure enmity. The source of her hate stood across from her in Heinz Field. The woman she saw had obsidian strands of hair which whipped in the mild wind. She was clad in a uniform that was both black that matched her hair and purple that matched her eyes. Her pale skin contrasted against the golden brown skin of Steel Maiden, and she breathed just as heavily as her opponent. Where Steel Maiden stood hunched but steady, her opponent staggered and swayed. In a few seconds, Steel Maiden would recover enough strength to finish her off, since her opponent in her battered state barely resembled her appellation...
...Raven-Haired Beauty.
Steel Maiden walked over the woman with measured steps. She took an extra breath and an extra step to deliver a taunt.
"Quoth the Raven," Steel Maiden said, "'Oh and Four.'"
"I am going to literally..." Raven-Haired Beauty replied. She was cut off by a raised leg that was on a collision course with her head. Instinctively, Raven-Haired Beauty crouched, and Steel Maiden's leg sailed through thin air.
"...kick..." she continued. Steel Maiden quickly lowered her leg, but the awkwardness of her sudden movement left her defenseless, and a gleam appeared in the violet eyes of Raven-Haired Beauty. She smirked and firmed her stance, then lifted her own leg. Her foot struck Steel Maiden in the abdomen. The impact was so strong that Steel Maiden was launched high in the air; it was only that woman's resolve was as strong as her moniker that her body remained in tact.
"...your..." Raven-Haired beauty launched herself into the air like a rocket, her gaze steady on the opponent she had punted into the air. The dark-haired woman's arms grew feathers and changed into wings, which she spread as she approached the height of Steel Maiden. The black-and-gold clothed woman was flipping in the air like a coin and her short, yellow hair also billowed, but the expression on her face was calm, not one of bewilderment. Steel Maiden was preparing a counter to this unplanned flight, and Raven-Haired Beauty knew that her window was short.
Raven-Haired Beauty slowed her ascent as Steel Maiden's uncontrolled journey away from the ground decelerated. Steel Maiden felt herself flip upright and for a second, she and Raven-Haired Beauty were evenly matched in height. Steel Maiden swung her leg yet again, and this kick made contact. Unfortunately, the contact was not what Steel Maiden had hoped as instead of flesh and bone the kick sliced the edge of the fabric of her opponent's uniform. Raven-Haired Beauty had flapped her wings to push herself back out of the range of the woman's leg.
"...butt!" she finished.
Raven-Haired Beauty flapped her wings and pushed herself forward, letting her body drop slightly to match the beginning of Steel Maiden's flipping fall. She waited until the posterior of Steel Maiden was opposite of her, and threw her foot forward. Her foot collided with the derrière at the point it had flipped toward her, and Steel Maiden was sent on a parabolic path through the air, and sailed straight between the goal posts at the end zone. The nets behind the giant yellow fork caught her, and the crowd fell silent as she slid down the protective threads and onto the edge of field. Raven-Haired Beauty flapped her wings and headed east, barely hearing official declaration of her victory.
"Winless..." Raven-Haired beauty muttered as she flew away. "Nevermore."
over that loss last week so I decided to belt out a little story about the end of the game in a third-person narrative. Here goes nothing:.................................................................
Steel Maiden heated the cool, crisp October air with her heavy breaths. She was tired to the point where the only reason why she stood was due to pure enmity. The source of her hate stood across from her in Heinz Field. The woman she saw had obsidian strands of hair which whipped in the mild wind. She was clad in a uniform that was both black that matched her hair and purple that matched her eyes. Her pale skin contrasted against the golden brown skin of Steel Maiden, and she breathed just as heavily as her opponent. Where Steel Maiden stood hunched but steady, her opponent staggered and swayed. In a few seconds, Steel Maiden would recover enough strength to finish her off, since her opponent in her battered state barely resembled her appellation...
...Raven-Haired Beauty.
Steel Maiden walked over the woman with measured steps. She took an extra breath and an extra step to deliver a taunt.
"Quoth the Raven," Steel Maiden said, "'Oh and Four.'"
"I am going to literally..." Raven-Haired Beauty replied. She was cut off by a raised leg that was on a collision course with her head. Instinctively, Raven-Haired Beauty crouched, and Steel Maiden's leg sailed through thin air.
"...kick..." she continued. Steel Maiden quickly lowered her leg, but the awkwardness of her sudden movement left her defenseless, and a gleam appeared in the violet eyes of Raven-Haired Beauty. She smirked and firmed her stance, then lifted her own leg. Her foot struck Steel Maiden in the abdomen. The impact was so strong that Steel Maiden was launched high in the air; it was only that woman's resolve was as strong as her moniker that her body remained in tact.
"...your..." Raven-Haired beauty launched herself into the air like a rocket, her gaze steady on the opponent she had punted into the air. The dark-haired woman's arms grew feathers and changed into wings, which she spread as she approached the height of Steel Maiden. The black-and-gold clothed woman was flipping in the air like a coin and her short, yellow hair also billowed, but the expression on her face was calm, not one of bewilderment. Steel Maiden was preparing a counter to this unplanned flight, and Raven-Haired Beauty knew that her window was short.
Raven-Haired Beauty slowed her ascent as Steel Maiden's uncontrolled journey away from the ground decelerated. Steel Maiden felt herself flip upright and for a second, she and Raven-Haired Beauty were evenly matched in height. Steel Maiden swung her leg yet again, and this kick made contact. Unfortunately, the contact was not what Steel Maiden had hoped as instead of flesh and bone the kick sliced the edge of the fabric of her opponent's uniform. Raven-Haired Beauty had flapped her wings to push herself back out of the range of the woman's leg.
"...butt!" she finished.
Raven-Haired Beauty flapped her wings and pushed herself forward, letting her body drop slightly to match the beginning of Steel Maiden's flipping fall. She waited until the posterior of Steel Maiden was opposite of her, and threw her foot forward. Her foot collided with the derrière at the point it had flipped toward her, and Steel Maiden was sent on a parabolic path through the air, and sailed straight between the goal posts at the end zone. The nets behind the giant yellow fork caught her, and the crowd fell silent as she slid down the protective threads and onto the edge of field. Raven-Haired Beauty flapped her wings and headed east, barely hearing official declaration of her victory.
"Winless..." Raven-Haired beauty muttered as she flew away. "Nevermore."
Because steel is stronger than iron.
