Warning! I haven't read the books for about three years by now, so I might be a little rusty. This might involve sharing some plot with something that involves the acronyms LOTR and JRRT, I just decided to use that in this. As per usual I don't own...
Will: "Hey! You can't do it like that!"
LBB: "Why not?"
Will: "Cause I wanna annoy Halt!" *jumps up and down like an evil koala bear as he drags Halt into the screen*
Halt: "I do not see why I have to put up with this."
LBB: "Because I own you."
Halt: "No way. I already 'belong' to Mr. Flanagan over there. I'm not answering to another maniac."
LBB and Will together: "Another one?"
Mr. Flanagan: "Shut up."
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The tension shot out of the bow as the string was released, sending Will's last arrow speeding towards its mark. A cry of pain confirmed an already assured hit. Will immediately spun around and lifted a heavy saxe knife against the blade that was screaming towards his head. A second metal glint appeared in his other hand and stabbed forward, causing a fountain of... things, to drench his hands.

"Ew. Gross. THAT MAKES TWENTY TWO, HORACE!"

A voice from behind him called out over the cries and screams of the battle. "You're gonna have to do better than that mate, THIRTY TWO!"

Will grumbled to himself as he disembowled the man in front of him and stepped over the body towards his next target. The man looked up at him in fear. "How can you turn death into a competition?" he asked, aghast.

"Quite easily," Will replied. "When you are threatening everything I hold dear. TWENTY FOUR!" Horace had reached a slightly calmer spot and had a chance to catch his breath and clean... more things... off of his sword. He looked out at where he knew Will to be and saw twin glints of metal swirling around a green blur that left a trail of destruction in it's path. Literally, Horace thought with some amusement, in the space behind him, not one living thing was left standing. He was even mowing the grass, for gods sake! The blur got closer and then stopped behind him. "Let's see, two plus seven plus four plus eight equals...haha! FORTY ONE total Horace! I believe I have beaten you!"

"For now." Horace agreed amicably. Will took his turn catching up on breathing as he watched Horace run straight towards a knot of cavalrymen and spook the horses. Nine men were crushed under their steeds hooves. Will sighed and called out with a disgruntled look on his face. "That still only counts as one!" He looked around as Horace came up beside him, his armor dripping with sweat, gore, and blood.

"Does it ever scare you how easily we do this? How we play this game?" Will asked.

Horace thought for a moment. "No, not really. I mean, you either laugh about it or you cry right?"

"I guess so." Will replied.

The two men stood there for a minute, surveying how the battle was going. "It's rather beautiful, isn't it? I mean all of that, in a way."

Will turned to his friend, seriously questioning his sanity. "I mean, this is life at it's most dangerous isn't it? Life, Death, so close together. Look, I could die in two minutes, but I have no control over it. It's exhilarating."

Will thought it over and nodded. "I see what you mean."

They were quiet for a time, watching the battle around them and deflecting the occasional hit that came their way. Will turned to Horace. "For what it's worth, I'm glad I know you."

"And I'm glad I know you."

"Shall we?"

"We shall."

The knight and the Ranger descended together once again into the beautiful mess that was Life, Death, and the struggle for it all. 'Cause that was how they played the game.