Two combatants stand across the field
Neither willing to run or yield
Eyes squint.
Deadly hint.

Now begins the dance.

Down swing, side step
Spin, slash
Parry, block
Kick, roll
Dive, stab
Head butt, slam
Club, cut

They break apart
Quick beats the heart
Both injured
Slightly hindered

Yet it does not stop

Punch, grab
Throw, bite
Scratch, slice
Choke, break
Scream, claw

The battle rages on.
The world seems to drop.
Sanity gone.
Each battling for the top.

A menacing bark a harsh growl.

Time stops completely, a turn of a head,
meat on their breath, unending avarice.
Only one things left, until their dead,
everythings gone,. Nothing will miss...

not arrow,
not blade,
not punch,
nor aid.

And thats how it goes
in a land far away.
Battles in neat little rows
forever into the fray

forever a dance of blades......