A mist of rosin forms as the powdery substance is used

Strings vibrate from a pluck

Eyes fall on one another

Lifting their bows

Waiting, ready for the time of their lives

The battle commences

Bows pushed and pulled across strings

Emotion expressed through sound

Tension in the tone

Perspiration takes their faces

No one stops

Music flows as the dragons duel

Their roars amplifying the combat

The struggle for survival

The flame in their hearts

Bows moving afire

Balance of sound teeters

Musicians pushed to the edge

The climax has been reached

Sound fades as the action falls

Echoes lingering, a flame disperses

As a clash of the strings has concluded