Two hands, a dark one holding a knife at a pale throat, a pale one holding a shockstick at a dark throat.
Two long seconds, as eyes met, anger and healthy respect mixing in both gazes.
Two movements, as a knife was lowered, and a shockstick was turned down.
Two words, one per mouth, the first a name in a questioning tone, the other a second name as a response.
Two more long seconds, as two minds quickly ran through various outcomes of the other goal being achieved and it's impact on their own.
Two salutes.
Two withdrawals.
Two assassinations.
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