[ TT ] You 're the last monster-killer . He 's the last monster . And no one will ever understand the two of you like each other .

The roar of a colossal spiked tail hitting a wooden shield echoes from out the cave, frightening all nearby wildlife. The shield, barely intact, is raised slightly above his head and a broad sword almost as tall as himself juts out beside. Fate has yet to decide which is the prey, the balance ever shifting. He keeps his eyes on the beast's talons and tail, looking for an opening to thrust his blade into. The beast gives no quarter, yet is having an equally difficult time landing a strike. Blow is exchanged for blow producing almost a rhythm, played on drums of metal and bone. Ironically, while on the verge of death, neither had ever felt more alive. Then, for the first time since they engaged, their eyes met and a realization was had by both. Their clash invigorated them, had filled them with purpose and life. Yet, this would be the final time either would ever find such an experience. The drums have completely subsided, sword and talons still raised they gaze at each other silently. A silence not of tension or aggression, but rather one of respect and finality as felt attending a funeral. They both knew that though only one would die, neither would leave the cave alive. Both nodded, raised their weapons, and charged to death.
