Why should they wait? To tear at each other – to hurt each other, for they are alone, and feverish in their desire to best their rival. And so they won’t – so they will start now. Lacing their fingers into each other’s hair and pulling, and yanking, each stumbling wildly, their only goal to draw a screaming submission for their enemy. That happening alone will trigger their need not for battle, but for bed, so that they may release their lingering frustrations on the subservient tongue of their beaten and bloody rival.