A Staged Standoff

Who said a duel requires flesh and blood? You asked for titans... and titans I found, resting harmlessly in glossy ink across a comic book cover. I crouched beside two metal bookends, eyeing the vibrant red and yellow heroes drawn on the jacket. With slow, deliberate drama, I drew my plastic blade and tapped the corner of the volume. A slight tremor shook the shelf; a pile of stacked cards slipped, tumbling down like a theatrical collapse. I paused, tilting my head at the fallen paper. Victory... or merely the opening act?