Allouicious looked out of place: scrawny, pale, with a long, dark beard shot with grey, wearing nothing but his trews and padded gloves. He cast a longing look at his wizard's staff, propped against a nearby tree. "This is so... not me." "Stop whining." Zanzimin was the fairer mirror image of Allousicious. "If we keep feuding, people could get hurt."
"I know, just..." Allouicious shrugged.
The mayor stepped forward. "Right then. I want a fair fight, and let this be the end of ill will between you." Both nodded.
At the bell, Allouicious backpedaled from his opponent. Like a vengeful mirror, Zanzimin charged. Allouicious covered his face with his bony arms, and Zanzimin bounced off his gloves off them. After many seconds Zanzimin slowed, breathing heavily, and Allouicious threw punches that bounced off Zanzimin's equally-bony chest.
The two wizards ended up weakly pushing and tugging at the other, slowing each second until they gasped for breath.
"You're right," Zanzimin gasped. "This was a stupid idea."
"Now admit that your theory on polymorphic resonance between dimensions demonstrating adjacency is just as flawed."
Zanzimin grinned. "Oh, shut up." The two walked off the field of honor, each keeping the other from falling.