“This whole pirates versus ninjas… thing… it’s all gotten a bit out of hand, don’t you think?” Patrick said.

He and Nigel were sitting on a ledge overlooking the battlefield. The ground was covered with the bodies of the fallen and still the fighting continued.

“I’ll say,” Nigel said. He scratched at an itch between his shoulder blades with the razor sharp point of his shuriken. “But what are you gonna do? It’s the only way to settle the age old question: who would win?”

“I guess but does it really matter? I mean, we’re both pretty skilled warriors or whatever. And if we all end up dead then who’s to know who won?”

Nigel considered this for a moment. “That’s a good point my friend. Someone has to survive don’t they?” And with that he plunged his shuriken into Patrick’s throat.

“Why?” Patrick gasped as he toppled over and fell to the battlefield below.

“Someone has to survive,” Nigel said and walked away, leaving the scent of blood behind.