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Dexter grins, crouches, and pulls a pair of short, straight swords from sccabards belted at each hip.

Sinister wrinkles her lip and draws a long, thick rapier with a double ring hilt. Her right hand already holds a poniard, single ring hilt, as long as her forearm.

Dexter wastes no time. He leans into the first stride, his body tilted forward at an unlikely angle as he leaps inside the guard of his enemy. His right hand snakes around for a wrap shot on Sinister's knee, his left curves up and over to strike for Sinister's shoulder.

Sinister's rapier intercepts the sword flying for her shoulder and a swift motion pulls his knee out of the line of Dexter's strike. A the foot falls as Dexter's sword curves through the space where it had been and with uncanny grace. Her poniard is interposed neatly between two of Dexter's ribs. A gout of red blood exits from the back of Dexter's vest.

Dexter coughs, once, shudders, and pulls himself off the blade, standing as though stunned, swords at each side.

Sinister takes a step back and lowers her rapier, holding the poniard across her body at the height of her navel.

Dexter lunges forward, dropping his short swords and drawing a pair of daggers from his belt.

Sinister neatly slits his throat. She makes to dodge his strike.

Dexter moves too quickly. He embraces Sinister and his blades enter her lungs and her heart.

Sinister coughs phlegm and blood. She collapses, draggin Dexter to the ground with her. Dexter makes a half hearted effort to raise himself on his arms but falls. His leg twitches briefly, and his voice can be heard as a bubbling rasp. Fade to black.

Music - Lake of Fire, Refrain.