Fencing.
First off, Maestro, there is only one word to describe this. McGodly.
That and epic.
While I've read everyone else's reviews, it seems to me that my vision of it is entirely different.
Tick, tick, tick... both the ticks of a clock and the footsteps of two men in a large hall, walking circles around each other, probing with defensive thrusts, easily parried, as onlookers watch silently upon stone seats. The choir starts to sing, and each man's hair starts to prickle. But neither quicken their pace, keeping it in time, and not rushing it at all.
One man (2:00) begins to start an offensive- putting one man desperately fending off lunges, with one quick slash to the knee that misses by a hair's breadth. But for all the frantic stabbing and slashing, the feet still continue to move at the same steady, unhurried pace.
At (2:40) one man recieves a wound to the chest- one that he knows will end him, however, he's still on his feet. Wobbly though they may be, he continues going, for a few more desperate lunges, hoping to bring his opponent down with him.
However, it's too little, too late, as the footsteps stop, and one man collapses to the floor, and the other man stops stepping.
Time? No. Rhythmic motion- absolutely. Maestro, you never fail to amaze me.
Did I mention this was McGodly?