The arena; a slate table in a dark smokey room with four lights in a row
hanging directly over the green felt. Two opponents each with their own battle gear. The challenger opens a leather case and joins the two pieces
to unite one perfect cue; a Viking. The rack is set 15 balls in a symetric triangle. Crack! an earth shattering sound like thunder striking... they scatter in the blink of an eye. The balls slowly roll to a stop, spread about the table. Only one still moves. Sitting perfectly still you almost would not notice the energy that causes it to spin so violently; it spins to a stop. Not a single ball went in any of the six pockets. Some times this is the beginning of the end. Now is only to hope that you would get one chance to take over and dominate.
A few habitual strokes of chalk and the opponent positions for the first strike. One down, and a small kick for position. Chalk again and slowly walks over to the other side of the table. Quickly scans the table for any future problems. The 12 is blocked, and you have to get position on the 14 with just the right speed or you won't have a shot on it. the 10 is down, and the cue rolls deliberatly to a position on the 14. Roll just a little more or that will be the end of it, no shot, just a kick... holding a breath... I think she can see it. I don't know. It's hard to tell from here. She's looking at position on her next shot, I guess she can see the 14. I watch patiently, 'Nice Shot!' I think to myself. Chalk, chalk, another shot, another ball in, chalk, chalk. My concentration breaks,
