Halt readied his bow as he approached the hooded figure, winding through the rock formations. A light rain started and Halt cursed softly. His bow would be ruined after today, but that was the least of his concerns now. An arrow skipped off the rock next to him, sending sparks flying. Halt presses his back against the rock, before slowly slipping around it. Halt looked around the rock, squinting into the darkness for Crowley, but he was nowhere to be seen. Another arrow shot past him, skidding into the mud. Halt fired in the direction in which the arrow cake to no avail. Halt rolled behind another rock, scanning the trees for Crowley. "Give it up Halt, you've got no chance. I'll kill you just like I killed Gilan."
Halt felt anger rising in his chest, "You killed him in cold blood, you murderer!"
Crowley responder with an arrow that nearly missed Halt's wrist. Halt heard the soft thump of Crowley dropping to the ground. Halt launched a volley of arrows at him in quick succession. Crowley laughed, "What's the matter? Can't hit your shot? I thought you were the best."
Halt put three arrows on his string and fired them toward Crowley's voice, aiming over the rock. Halt heard footsteps rapidly growing closer. He slung his bow and unsheathed his knives quickly. Halt started working his way around the rock. If Crowley was coming that way then at least this fight would come to an end. If Crowley was coming around the other side then Halt would get the jump on him. Halt saw Crowley's bow poke around the corner, so he slammed himself against the wall, throwing knife in hand. Crowley spotted him and Halt threw the knife at his head. Crowley rolled, managing to dodge the incoming knife. At the same time Crowley three his knife at Halt, but it was rushed and it bounced off the wall behind Halt settling in the mud. Halt pounced on Crowley sending his knife hurtling towards Crowley's chest. Crowley stopped it with his knife and stabbed back at Halt. Halt deflected it just barely and the two stepped back, eying each other warily. They both knew that a throw would be too risky, leaving them defenseless against the other. Halt growled, "How could you betray the crown, Crowley?"
"Don't you see, Halt, the crown was never ab-"
Crowley dashed forward plunging his knife towards Halt. Halt slid to the right, dodging the strike and stabbing his knife into Crowley's side. Halt backed away and Crowley looked at the knife despondently. Halt glared, "That was the oldest trick in the book, old friend."
Crowley nodded slightly, sitting down. He leaned against a rock and watched the midnight sky full of clouds and lightning. He breathed slowly and steadily until he didn't breathe at all.