Fu and Fa.
Between Fu and Fa there was a growing silence. Not that a silence can grow – what would it grow into without it becoming something other than a silence.
Anyway, I digress, as I do. And always have done. Even from an early age. When I was younger. Obviously.
However… on with the story.
Fu and Fa stood looking at each other.
Eyeball to eyeball. Mano a Mano . Face to face. Toe to toe. Who would be the first to blink?
So, silently, and motionlessly, the two statues continued their sparring.