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Two lonely warriors scouting in the inmese no-man´ s land savannah find themselves being the prey of each other,  There's more in the air than fury between charges and attacks, claws and teeths go wild and more inconsistent with every second and which started as a desire to end his life with a fast pleasure it turns into exciment and  lust is felt humidity.  Weapons thrown aside, and a primal feeling akin to bloodlust is shared.  

Even a warrior´ s can feel a change of a heart in the middle of the rampage. Could this mean the end of an endless conflict?

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