Befehlnadir charged straight towards Hitirus, ready to pummel his head deep into the ground. He lifted his foot over Hitirus' head, then stomped down, only to completely miss him.
Hitirus rolled onto his knee, then jumped up to Befehlnadir. He landed a flying-knee straight to his chest, knocking the wind out of his lungs.
Grass compressed beneath the large figure as he crashed right on top of it, a look of enduring pain in his eyes. Despite the emotions, he knew it was best to avoid showing what he felt and thought.
"Came up with more of your coward tactics?" Hitirus taunted.
There was no response from Befehlnadir. He leapt onto his feet, then tackled Hitirus down. While they fell, Befehlnadir changed his gender into a female.
From experience, this was the best counter for one of Hitirus' favorite moves.
Soil parted as Hitirus scrambled to defend himself, arms shooting up to cover his face. Then a rogue kick landed on Befehlnadir's crotch.
"You talk about dirty tricks..." Befehlnadir mocked him.
He collapsed on Hitirus, bringing down a striking fist against his head. The first hit landed perfectly on the chin, followed by another to the forehead.
Clear thoughts became scarce as Hitirus grew lightheaded. However, he wasn't going to let Befehlnadir beat him now.
On the third strike, Hitirus moved his head to the right, letting Befehlnadir strike the ground. In response, Hitirus grabbed his wrist and pushed him to the side.
Hitirus pushed himself onto his feet, getting ready to fight standing up. Sweat formed on his forehead, dirt riddled his fur coat. Whereas Befehlnadir had no bruises.
"You need more power in your defense, 'Tirus," Befehlnadir shouted.
In response, Hitirus charged at him. His eyes were narrowed and mouth screamed utter power.
Befehlnadir geared up a straight aimed for his neck, hoping it would put him down. Only for Hitirus to dodge-left in the last possible second.
Opening Befehlnadir up for a counter. Hitirus drove a jab into Befehlnadir's stomach, then a straight aimed at his head. Both connected.
Despite how hard both shots landed, Befehlnadir knew it was best to pretend rather than continue fighting. So he backed up, arms slightly lowered.
Hitirus took this as him being seriously injured. So he assumed another well-placed body shot would draw out blood or vomit, putting Befehlnadir in a dangerous position.
Yet, this was exactly what he wanted Hitirus to believe. He watched him approach with a his eyes on a possible lethal hit.
"Look at you. I'll give you some advise," Hitirus mocked Befehlnadir. He got into arm's reach of Befehlnadir, then charged up a punch. "Never -"
Befehlnadir's precision, speed, and power came together in the form of a spinning elbow. He planted both feet firmly on the battlefield, then glared at Hitirus to see what he would do next.
A large gaping cut appeared over Hitirus' right eye, pouring the metallic liquid down his face. In only seconds, all that an outsider could see was a bloody face.
"What the - what the hell did you just do?" Hitirus asked, bewildered.
"You blinked, you missed it," Befehlnadir responded.
He charged at Hitirus, eyes focused right on the tyrant. Despite the breezes and dust, he didn't blink. He was too focused on the task of taking down his opponent.
Noticing Befehlnadir was making an attempt at a lethal strike, Hitirus jumped over him. He quickly turned around to confront his target, only to get pushed off balance by a front-kick to the gut.
Hitirus' body folded from the impact alone. More blood rushed through his body, making the open wound grow bigger than it was before.
By now, he could already taste the blood. Like many times before, it tasted bitter and metallic. The crimson liquid grew to be a symbol for him. A reminder.
Despite once believing himself to be unkillable and all-powerful, Hitirus now remembers himself as a fool. Thinking he had any potential aside from a slave.
"Argh... dammit..." Hitirus' voice was raspy with built up fluids in his throat. He vomited the meal from earlier. "H - how do you...?"
Befehlnadir simply ignored the question. He walked right up to Hitirus, then kicked his head like a ball. Sending him rolling onto his back.
Hitirus coughed, attempting to spit out blood and left-over vomit. Everything was going wrong for him. He was trying to gasp for air while his mouth was already doing something else.
In addition, he was overheating. The odds of winning this encounter were slim to none. Especially against somebody as experienced and talented at killing him like Befehlnadir.
"You don't fight because you have to fulfill a job, 'Tirus," Befehlnadir grinned. "One joke. That's all it took. Now look at us, we could've been brothers."
"O - of course... we c - could've..." Hitirus coughed harder than before. He felt his body succumbing to the heat and exhaustion. "But we... n - never mind th - that."
Befelnadir stomped on Hitirus' chest, crushing his lungs. "But look at what happened. That joke happened, you were born, so was I. Hundreds of years later, you're indirectly responsible for a war."
Hitirus felt the pressure building up in his eardrums. The world was going dark for him and hearing became muffled.
"Funny what a little Yonie can do, huh?" Befehlnadir chuckled. "Now you and I became the same thing we should've stopped being."
Instead of finishing the tale, Befehlnadir applied more pressure onto Hitirus' chest. Caving in his lungs and heart.
"Rest again, creature." Befehlnadir concluded.
He stepped back to examine the kill. A strange sense of guilt washed down his spine. Something about killing Hitirus when he was most confused and bothered really troubled him.
In a way, it wasn't Hitirus' fault for being the way he is. The one to blame was the Zegus responsible for letting a Yonie take a tour of the closed-off breeding grounds.
Now both Variants live on as predators hunting each other forever until both fulfill their tasks, and promptly die off as a result of no order given.