2 men on the mountain

The two stood there facing each other. They once stood on the exact spot almost 2 years before. The difference is then they were friends, now they are enemies. The dark haired warrior held a chinese blade in his left hand, the blonde haired warrior held a Japanese sword in his right. The shine of the blade glimmered almost as quickly as the two moved. Right into each others necks they went at it. Blade against blade, the sound of steel clashing against steel. The two fought on top of a mountain where they once traveled together and faced their demons, now their demons were each other. The dark haired warrior strikes down, a flash of sparks, the blonde one pushes his blade away. The swords spin in the air so fast it's a wonder they can even see the blades themselves. The sun had begun to gone down, but the moonlight was already out to see the grand finale. A battle of the ages, so big even the heavens stepped out of their way to see these eternal warrior souls clashing. Steel to steel, heart to heart, soul to soul. One quick plunge forward, one quick turn away. The blonde warrior turns to bring his sword down on the back of the neck of the dark haired warrior. But so quick was this warrior, whatever evil power he accepted has made him fast enough to turn his blade in his hand and pushed upward to block the attack. The blond haired warrior's eyes widened with surprise. In these two seconds of amazement the dark haired warrior had anough time to turn his body full back and to bring his blade stright into the blonde haired warrior's face. He ducks with a micro fraction of an inch of space between him and the blade, only the top of his hair gets sliced off his head. Once these two traveled together as companions and friends. Together they learned the ways of the martial arts and it's weapons. The blades were their grand forte. The Chinese sword for one, and the Japanese sword for the other. Their weapons once gifts from their master on their day of leaving their school. Now killing tools that are being used to try to destroy each other. A collision, the blonde haired warrior pushes down onto the dark haired warrior's blade. Despite his small stature the blonde one has many a strength contributed to him. But this time the dark haired one smiles an optimistic smile. Just as easily as the blonde one pushed down, so did the dark one push up. With a single push from his body, the dark one knocked the blonde off his feet and into the ground. But just as quick as he fell, he was back up again. Still amazed at this unholy strength and power his once friend has accepted. The two run into each other once again, faster than the eye can blink they collide. Swing after swing and steel after steel. Like a swarm of fireflies giving of a white glow. The day turned to dark and the sun has left the show. On top of the mountain the only things still left standing are the moon, and the two warriors facing of at the moon's feet. A drop of water falls from the sky. It seems the clouds too want to see the battling show. Next to the moon they watch as the two warriors keep switching attack for attack. In such an excited mood the clouds can't help but release some well deserved rain. Under the droplets of rain, millions upon millions of reflections of the two battling soldiers can be found. The white light of the steels colliding as well can be seen. One circle slash, one upward slice. A block and kick to the throat, a duck and counter with a spinning sword attack, followed by a counter kick. The two swords raised again fell back into each other. 2 more droplets hit the mountain ground. Thats all the time it took. The blonde haired warrior looks up to the dark haired one with angry eyes. Angry for his friend chose the wrong path. Many nights he would lay awake afraid of the actions he would take. Of the dark path he could so easily succumb to, of the possibility of his falling from the light so easily. Instead it happened to the other. The good seed and willing warior, blinded by the shroud of darkness and evil. The empty promise of strength and resolution. He leaps toward the dark haired one, one last time. As well as did the dark haired one jump forward too. The weakness he found in his once friend, the strength he found in the dark. It would all mean nothing once he finished with this man. Their swords crash into each other so hard that the wave of the sound slowed down the water, and gave ripples in its one inch diameter. For two seconds it seems the world stopped raining long enough to see the both warriors of the mountain face to face for one last time. They pushed hard against each others steel, it wasnt time for attack nor defending. Rather it is the time to see whose will is stronger. Whose heart beats harder and slowest to the given situation. The pushing of the blade until one falls to his umltimate demise. The struggle last shortly though. The fire in their hearts the desire to do what must be done keeps both men strong and courageous. Despite their seperate paths of light. Into each others eyes they stare with pure anger, it is now not just a battle of the body but of the mind as well.
"You will never understand what I'm doing!"
"What you're doing is wrong, no matter how much you tell yourself its not. The dark powers you accepted could never help you defeat the obstacles ahead."
"What you say is one thing, what I believe is a complete other. Either help me on my way or stand to be cut down!"
The two lock onto to each other eye to eye, the heat in their battle, the rubbing of blades, the strike of lighting, the sound of rolling thunder, to the explosion of their powers, and the metallic fractures of their blades in their hands. Their bodies push past each other as they stare at the swordless hilt in their hands. The remaing steel of the blade at the top of the handle. Both amazed at each others strength and will to stop one another and to end this battle to its most permanent answer. The two warriors turn over their shoulder's to each others eyes.
what happens now?
The dark haired one speaks.
"The blades are broken but the fight is not over."
The blonde haired warrior knows of what he says. He drops his hilt and brings his hands up to fighting position. It was now time to use the real weapons of a man. His body.