Snowfall

Their gazes locked on each other; both can feel the hatred of the other. Many seconds pass without either one making a move but watching each other. Both are waiting for the other to start their attack, waiting for the other to make the first move. They both can tell that they are nearing the end of what life they have left. They have taken wounds, letting their blood fall free to the snow. They both know that this will be their last fight for one or both, their own looks saying much to the...