CRUNCH! Fox's rib snapped loudly as Wolf rammed his staff, hard, into Fox's chest. Wolf then pulled out and swung the back round to hit Fox round the face. Fox leaned back to dodge and flipped back, then charged forward to attack with his sword. Wolf parried seamlessly, dodging left, slamming up and into his wrist with a loud crack.
"Come on, surely you can do better than that," he said, batting Fox to the floor. Fox couldn't remember a time when Wolf was this good. Usually, it was an easy task defeating the lupine, but not today. For some reason, in the rain, on this plateau Wolf was the better combatant.
Fox stood up holding his wrist, He was in obvious pain. Wolf circled slowly, watching, waiting. He pounced forward, swinging with his staff. Fox instinctively tried to catch the weapon with his bad wrist and howled in pain. Wolf did not waste the opportunity and stabbed His staff into his solar plexus, winding Fox, then jumped, twisted in mid-air and brought it down hard into his head. Fox slumped to the floor, defeated.
Wolf stared at his foe. The great Fox Mcloud, defeated at last. He felt an unusual sadness as he stood there and wondered why they were enemies. To be honest he'd forgotten long ago why they where fighting, another thing lost in the sands of time. No, enemy wasn't the right word, more like rival, equals striving to best one another, pushing each other forward. Yes, that's the way it is. At first Fox was just his target, his enemy, but Wolf knew that he had become so much more, a friend. Though he had never shown any sort of kindness to the vulpine, he held deep inside a great admiration of him, an almost burning desire to be like him, better than him.
Slowly Wolf turned round and walked away. He whistled then jumped off the edge of the plateau, the glow of his thrusters visible through the rain.