"Damn you." Peter spat at his attacker. He grabbed a rock, rose to his knees, still grasping Rooster's ankle. His opponent pulled away, his eyes on the rock. Red blood flowed from Peter's torn skin and swollen nose. Peter lashed out desperately with the rock, crashing it against his companion's knee.
"Damn you, you've broken my leg!" Rooster cursed, slashed at
Peter's rock hand as both slid toward the waiting cliff.
Dropping the rock Peter, too, drew a knife, slashed at
Rooster's leg.
A boulder interrupted their slide. They both struggled to their feet.
"I'll see you in hell," Rooster thrust once more with his weapon.
The blade sliced through flesh, hit bone. Peter, wounded in the left side, gasped, staggered backward.
With a grimace his burly assailant suddenly rushed forward, slashing wildly.
Peter, leaping sideward, felt the stones rolling beneath his feet.
Ground gave way, and he screamed. At the same moment he grabbed the Rooster's arm, yanked him forward.
For a moment they staggered on the edge of the precipice.