The Final Battle
The bodies pound on the ground. Both though this battle would happen differently, now they are here, they realise the greater challenge comes after with laying down the battle mentality.
Suddenly only one is left standing. The victor speaks.
"You're dying." She says without compassion.
"I am, but so are you. "He says with mystery
She laughs not knowing that his final plan would eliminate her people with an undetected illness he has passed to her through skin to skin contact. There will be no older races to look over this evolution. Neither the Goa'uld nor the Tok'Ra will survive.