Haunted Wood no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

the fights staggered on. the scales tilted every so often, odds shifting from one to another, but never enough to decisively end the battle. they were young, and wore quickly, though dogged determination kept both on their feet. finally, the boy let out a screech that was met only by her own silence as she moved forward simultaneously, jaw agape as she struck for his face as he sought to drive his skull into hers. they collided, in a confusing array of force and limbs, and after the blur of motion came stillness; both careening to the dirt, almost senseless.