Take ten paces apart,
then turn and I shall start
My count up to three,
after which you may feel free
to take your shot,
and hope to miss not
the man who has challenged you
for failing to pay respects long due.

One,
Two,
Three,
Cracks on either side,
groans and moans of pain,
one of sweet relief.
Deep breaths, and forced composure.

Even as his aids assist him,
they are cool and calm as ever.
The duel is over,
and that is that.