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We lock eyes from across the war torn battlefield. Your pulse is pounding, your ears are ringing, your sweat, is sweating. Your vision blurs as unidentified blood and sweat run down from your forehead, fleeing this hell in its own way. You feel a stabbing pain in your lungs as you inhale. You know at least three of your ribs are broken. But none of that matters, because you, are here. And I, am finally in your field of view. You smirk, as your eyes ignite with bloodlust. Revenge is finally tangible, and the aroma is more than you can bear. So you chase after its fleeting scent. Like a wolf jaunting after a wounded deer, you stumble across the battlefield to me, your prey. I tilt my head side to side, cracking my neck as I loosen myself up. With a slight flick, my sword finds itself slightly cleaner, ready to be wielded one last time. I open my mouth to tell you something, but the words waltz away on the breeze that carries your scent of revenge. Nothing matters to you anymore. Not the corpses that you step over, not the nightmares you have witnessed, not the pain in your body. All you feel is unrelenting, unadultered hate for me. I look you in the eyes as you close the gap of distance between life and death. I laugh. The sound of my laughter entangling itself in the ever growing roar clawing its way from the depths of your soul. Your fingers tighten around your maul, the weight always bringing a sense of peace to your, what can only be defined as, troubled, soul. I start my own tango with the reaper as I approach you slowly. I grip my shield tighter, and drop my right shoulder, ever so slightly, to reduce premature muscle fatigue. I taunt you by dragging my bastard through the blood ocean. You keep screaming as your sanity finally unhinges and you start sprinting towards me like a rabid animal. Not keen on being left out, I reciprocate your actions as the final few meters between us fade to black. "Wait for me" I whisper in your ear.