The wasteland filled

The storm breached

Two fighters

Two soldiers

And nothing else.

They run

They jump

They face

They turn

Not one of them faulting

Not one of them giving in

Only them

Only two

Motions so fast,

Motions so strong

Not one of them faulting

Not one of them mistaking

Only two

And the battle continued

With only two

And will not stop

Until there is only one

Two, one

A single difference

The difference of one

Led this foray

And will end it.