The Captain laughed, and the sound of his joy was entirely out of place amongst the dead. They continued to circle each other, this was their third skirmish, but whatever happened tonight, here amongst the coffins of the cruel, there would not be a fourth. Whoever was left standing could write the last words of the story for the other. Judas had to get to the spear and use it. The Captain was banking on Judas going for the weapon on the ground, so they edged forward and then back. The Captain slashed at the air between them with his bayonet, but it did not draw blood. Then, Judas made his move.
The stack of coffins that the captain had jumped from earlier to ambush Judas was teetering, and if he could force the Captain back, then they would topple onto him, and then he would retrieve the
