A tale of two prisoners

A bloody, bloody battle

Heated stared down his enemy, even from several dozen yards away. He gripped his sword, Unsheathing it from its hilt before shouting

"Speak your name, chieftain! My name is colonel Heated and I will strike you down in the name of the one true god!"

He shouted passionately, his grip on the sword only getting tighter

Funny on the other hand was slightly calmer than the colonel, leaving his sword in his hilt and saying just loud enough for the colonel to hear

"My name is funnysyle, but it won't matter. You won't be alive to hear it anyways, will you?"

He said, confidence evident in his tone. This only angered the colonel, who scoffed and shouted

"Oh really? You think you're enough to take me? Don't make me laugh! I could handle you with one arm behind my back!"

He taunted, angering the chieftain. He drew his sword before responding with

"Let's see if that's true then!"

He shouted, charging towards the colonel. Heated did the same, shouting with rage and religious passion. They met in the middle of the clearing, their swords clashing and releasing a hail of white hot sparks

Heated spoke to the chieftain, grunting as he pushed against the sword

"You're m-much stronger than you look! Perhaps you will be a worthy challenge!"

He said, pushing funny back and going for a swing to the right. Funny parried and jabbed, but heated jumped back and avoided the hit. Funny then spoke as well, grin on his face

"Perhaps I was wrong as well! Let us do battle then as two equals. Not as enemy's of each other's faith, but as enemy's to each other's pride!"

He shouted before charging forward once more. Heated brought his sword up to block, but didn't anticipate a kick to his side that staggered him just long enough for funny to get a good, deep hit in. It cleaved through a few of heaters fingers, sending the detached objects to the ground. Ignoring the pain, even though it hurt like absolute hell, heated used this opportunity to thrust his sword forward through funny's wielding hand, making a nice clean sword sized hole in his palm

Screaming in pain, funny swung his sword, oblivious to the pain he was putting himself through. Heated ducked right, avoiding the blow. He then brought his fist up, slamming it into funny's arm, sending it up into the air. Before heated could do a kill move, funny did it quicker. He brought his sword down on heated, taking his entire left fucking shoulder off. Heated, being filled by adrenaline and only adrenaline, swung his good arm, the one with the sword and managed to take off one of funny's arms as well, leaving it a stump. Now both of them were one handed

Heated, pale as a ghost said to funny

"It would seem.. that neither of us will emerge from this battle alive anymore..!"

He said, swinging his sword weakly. Funny brought his sword up and blocked it, letting the sword go down to his side after doing so

"It would seem so. Let us.. fight to the bitter end. Then embrace our gods. Our.. god."

He said, swinging his sword. Heated swing his sword at funny's, clashing it against his own. The shockwaves send shivers down both of their bodies as they dropped their swords. They both collapsed into the grass, blood turning the green red. Heated spoke weakly, gasping for breath

"We are not.. long for this world! We have mere moments left.. say your prayers chieftain. Pray that your god deems you worthy..!"

He said as his breathing quickened. Funny said nothing, instead focusing on his mind. It was racing, faster than it ever had before. He was going to die, he didn't want to die. But at the same time he did want to die. It was like a never ending cycle that he simply could not escape from. Well, not for long anyways

As the blood seeped through their wounds, they both realized something. Death based enlightenment had gifted them both. They were told the secrets of this world and its inhabitants, the secrets of the gods and all the crimes of the past. Funny was not fazed. He would take this to his grave. And even if he didn't want to, heated would as well

As two more members of this cruel world fade into the afterlife, the world continues on, forgetting their existence. Only years later are they discovered, leaving only their swords behind. Swords stained with blood from one to another. Both man and animal. And now, they had spilt the blood of their enemy. A last gift to both of them