The volcano erupts, and two great warriors begin to fight.
This is no ordinary battle, however; both are friends, and both are fighting to kill.
The axe swings, the sword slices, one shield blocks and another is used to make a punch land more damage. Finally, after almost an hour, both giants topple, completely exhausted. Both are silent for a few seconds, then one speaks:
"Seventy-four battles…"
The other pulls himself into a sitting position and says, "Seventy-four draws…"
They draw closer, and one wraps an arm around the other's shoulders. Two sets of chapped lips meet and they kiss. After a few minutes, they draw apart, and the first speaker utters, "…I guess."
…Sweet Fanny Adams, I just wrote DorryBroggy. Ah well, I suppose it had to be done. Giants need love too 8D.