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Fall
It was not the usual setting for a face off with their nemesis.
It was a crisp fall morning, and Hero and Villain stood opposite each other on a street lined with looming deciduous trees. If visual shimmer was a sound, it would perfectly describe the gentle breeze weaving through branches and carrying loose leaves away from the trees.
Both enemies had their respective sets of hands twitching by their sides, giving the whole setting a sort of western-showdown feel and distracting Villain from the beautiful scenery.
Suddenly, Hero shot off to the left. Villain braced for a surprise attack, but Hero was looking up to the sky, not at them.
They ran in a seemingly random pattern several dozen feet down the road.
Villain stood still in bewilderment until finally Hero let loose a triumphant shout. Their fist was raised in the air, and Villain’s confusion only grew when they saw what was clutched in it.
A maple leaf laid crushed between their fingers. Hero was grinning ear to ear, clearly very proud of…something.
“I got one!” They called out to the villain, who was still yet to process what exactly the hero had been trying to accomplish.
“You got…a leaf?”
“Before it hit the ground!” Hero confirmed, stalking towards Villain to show off their hard-earned prize.
The red center and browning edges did little for clarification as it was presented to the Villain.
Hero smirked, “One-handed too. That means double.”
Was this…a game? Had Hero just scored? If there was points, that meant Hero was winning.
And that just wouldn’t do.
Villain spotted an orange lanceolate shape floating down and took off in the direction of its projected trajectory.
Unfortunately, the leaf cut sharply left at the last second, leaving Villain’s fingertips to just brush the edges as it came to rest on the pavement.
They heard the hero chuckling behind them, but their sole focus was on the canopy above. Several failed attempts followed, leaving Villain to stumble and stomp angrily at leaves that already littered the ground.
Finally, the villain managed to snatch a golden ovate leaf right out of the air long before it got within five feet of the ground.
Villain looked over at Hero to gloat, only to find three separate shades of apricot pinched between their fingers.
Oh it was on.
The real showdown would have to wait, perhaps until the winter when the trees stood completely bald and the ground was covered in a blanket of a snow.
That is, if Hero didn’t start a snowball fight first.
