Two kights and their horses align themselves for a joust. One, clad in ornate silver armor with bronze gilding around the joint and an intricate grilled helmet sporting a purple plume. He expertly hauls his large, shining lance to his side, a small shield in the other.
And as righteous he looked, his opponent looked equally and oppositely exquisite. Dark colored metal twisted around his limbs, his helmet was smooth in the front, with only two empty eyeholes interrupting the visor, as it sloped back to a point. The most interesting feature of this individual, however, was the corperal horse on which he was mounted, with it's equine skull replaced by one whose maw contained a vicious, circular set of teeth.
The knights stared each other down, the dark one receiving a barbed lance out of one of the myriad of black scars in space that seemed to permeate the air around the unholy horse.
Suddenly both warriors began their collision. As