The two figures stood looking at each other at a distance. No weapons here. There was no need. They both knew that any weapons other than their own flesh and blood, fists and knees, legs and elbows, would be useless. They were just too quick.
Neither of them had wanted it to come down to this. What a horrible way for friends to say goodbye but things had happened, things that were beyond control, and the only conclusion was being manifest here on the battleground.
The taller one started sprinting towards the other. Shorty prepared himself for impact. Just then Tally commenced a tucked flip over shorty, thinking to himself that he had the upper hand when he would land. Shorty was quicker. Back kicking right as Tally came down on his leg, luckily not having spread himself apart put both legs on shorty's upraised calf and commenced a backflip, hoping to hit shorty square in the back of the head with his feet.
Shorty did not just raise his calf. He also performed a somersault on the ground as his calf shot up. He knew tally was all about frequency of hits, not about the power thereof. Landing turned around a couple of feet ahead he prepared for tally's reaction.
Tally hit the wall and jumped straight towards Shorty at an incredible speed. He had him. Shorty brought his fist down, requiring precision, right on Tally's head and there he lay, sprawled out on the ground, unconscious.
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