Their war was never ending, but their fight was just beginning.
The Marauders and the Wardens stood off as they always have, the dying sun behind the clouds alighting upon both black and gold armor, clearly highlighting four bodies on the plain. The earth between them was blackened and broken, but the pairs that stood across it paid no attention; even from the distance she was at, the black-clad archer could see clear enough that the mistress Warden had eyes only for her, and her fingers tightened reflexively around her bow. These were Wardens they knew well, a long past of razed villages and bloody conflicts stretching behind them.
The archer glanced at her slavering partner, and not for the first time appreciated the raw, uncontrollable bloodlust that gripped him, and with nothing but the smallest movement to the quiver at her back, he took off across the wasteland, howling as he went. The Warden woman had her own companion; the titan at her back had been still up until then, but with a rallying cry from his partner that even the archer could feel, he lumbered forward, shaking the blackened crust beneath their feet. It was a fight that was centuries in the making, and the momentum of the battle attested to that; the archer's partner slammed into the Warden female with all the force given to him, and the archer felt she'd never had such a clear target before. Her first volley of arrows flicked off the steadily approaching titan and narrowly missed the woman, but she calmly drew a specific arrow from her quiver, one that the warden would have been able to see from her distance if the lupine Marauder wasn't currently digging his claws into her hide. The archer drew, nocked, and took a deep breath, the blue of the arrow matching the blue of her eyes.
And let fly.
She heard clearly the snick of the arrow burying itself into flesh, and the golden Warden dropped to the ground, her starlight armor tarnished by blood and soot. The archer's partner bayed loudly, his chest heaving, blood splashed across his armor and his fur where the Warden had used her circular blade to defend herself. When the wolf's howl died on the wind, the titan turned to his fallen partner, stopping his advance on the Marauder woman and watching her still form as the armored wolf loped away to where his archer waited. The titan seemed, at first, not to understand what happened; he waited a few silent seconds, but the Warden did not stir. The air that had been filled moments ago with howling was now shattered by the deepest, loudest roar of pain and anger that the Marauders had ever heard, and despite the wolf's wicked grin and the archer's cool stare, a cold, instinctual dread filled them both.
The titan swung its giant anchor into the air, moving towards them with a speed that rivaled the wolf's, and the Marauders prepared themselves, slinging one last arrow, bringing their claws to bear one last time. Yes, their war would last centuries, but the titan, the archer, the wolf…
They would not.