The Duo
Command has given the orders.
Fight as you will.
You are both brothers now.
Brothers bathed in blood.
Baptized in the fire.
Sanctified Warriors of the desert battlefields, the both of you will fight on for your masters.
Yet, it is strange how the both of you fight so well together.
One, disciplined as an age old veteran, taking each situation into for with a restrained strength that takes years to master, conquering situations that most would falter in from the sheer risk of it all.
The other, a complete yang to yin. Eager to fight in battle, unbolting all restraint and unleashing a careless energy in the battlefield, a traitor to the enemy, winning the fights with reckless natural skill alone; all with a Cheshire grin and a burning cigarette.
Through the hallways of your enemies castles and fortresses you march and strike down your opponents, each others back watched by the other every step and spent brass of the way.
Many fall to the might of the two that seem to fly from room to room.
No matter the enemy or the weaponry.
No matter the difficulty of the opposition.
No matter the cost of their own life and blood.
Only once separated will this duo falter.
And their empire of perfect combat will fall along with them, leaving but one to carry the weakened torch.
Who knows when the last of that flame will flicker out?
Maybe it won't.
In this time of uncertainties and improbability, who's the say the flame can't grow strong yet again?
Of course, nobody can say for sure.
Well...we all know that there will be suffering.
The certainties of this world are as follows:
Iron
Hot Lead
Blood
And Death
Anyone worth fighting and living has to realize these rules.
The Duo now knows.
And only one is able to move on afterwards.
Maybe a sad tragedy.
Possibly a warrior gone forever.
But he left his mark.
In the end, that is all a true warrior wishes to do.
