Two figures stood across from each other in the distance, swords raised in position and grim features that reek of sadness and regret.
With a closer look, you can see that it's a man and woman. Tears stream down their faces, and they would rather do anything else at this moment.
With swords raised they clash with such force and grief that sparks fly as their blades meet. A slash and a pary, a feint and a stab they combat with all their skills. And the world seems as if it stands still. The lovers scream in sadness and rage for what they must do.
The man's heart trembling in sadness he slashes forward with strength meant to destabilize the beauty so he may take another strike. But she seems to vanish out of the path of the blade, like a fairy of the battlefield.
Shouts surround them as fellow warriors combat in the surroundings, but they pay no heed to the sounds around them.
There is only them at this moment, the fairy lunges forward her rapier ready to run him through. But using a quick movement he dodges in time. To slash forward as she stabs back dealing the finishing blow to each other and as they collapse in each other's arm's they smile and share a bloody kiss. As they are now free to be together forever in death.