The two combatants stood in a barren field that had once been a lush 
forest clearing, both of them panting, barely able to stay upright using 
their swords for support, Their armor having long since been reduced to 
scrap and the clothing worn underneath badly tattered to expose skin 
covered in many cuts, bruises, and abrasions.

These two warriors had been chosen as the champions of their respective 
tribes, both masters of the martial and arcane arts the likes of which 
are seen only once in many generations, and though they resemble walking 
corpses at this point, their battle to this point had been truly epic as 
they clashed swords and launched spells at each other that could level 
entire towns, and it is a testament to their control as much as their 
power that the collateral damage from the many earthquakes, firestorms, 
hurricanes, and thunderblizzards they've kicked up have not extended 
beyond their agreed upon battle ground.

But it has been days since the fight started, and even these demigods 
have exhausted their impressive mana reserves and even driven each other 
to physical exhaustion, but the contest is not over until one of them 
falls unconscious or forfeits, and neither's pride will allow the latter 
outcome.

As they both catch their breath, they resume their fighting stances, 
gripping their swords in both hands, both knowing that this will be 
their final charge. In a blink of an eye, the two warriors close the 
distance of roughly a chain separating them. Neither having the energy 
to parry or dodge their opponents incoming strike, they both sink the 
point of their weapon into their opponents gut.

Lacking sufficient mana to heal from the wounds that would be lethal to 
a normal man that they have inflicted upon each other, both warriors 
start to instinctually draw on their own lifeforce, trading years of 
longevity to heal the damage, all the while willing their opponent to 
fall.

After what seems like an eternity, one of the combatants slumps against 
his opponent, his sword shattering into bits of light as the will that 
forged it from mana fades into unconsciousness, and the victor steps 
back and lets his own weapon fade away as he stands over his defeated 
foe.