The smoke and rubble cleared, a huge crater where the two brothers had battled, two forms within.
One was the body of Alexander Anderson now sans head, burnt completely off.
The other was the staggering form of Judas Anderson, stumbling backwards as he looked at the stump that had once been his left arm.
The brother had traded his arm to defeat his kin, losing a part of himself to finally destroy the last bit of his past and history still alive.
Judas Anderson stumbled once more, his eyes dazed, suddenly bursting into laughter.
"It is only a scratch! Only a scratch! It is done!"
And with that he toppled over, face first into the ground, making no further movement.