Their first win is immediate, they do not give the benefit of the doubt, they start, they hit hardest where it is weakest, they are fierce, but they are right, they gouge out the soul-being-brain of what is a thing playing Death, they rip that pulsating, sentient vile mass/wretched thing/reprehensible less-than-a-beast right out of the center of that abysmal creature/purest yuck. But despite their valiant efforts the fight continues and continues beyond forever. On and on it extends like a bad, haunting dream, further and further beyond hope and faith and nice. Still the girls bear down, gritted teeth and locked jaws, they shove back, they rip through, they do not hold back. Their final blow cannot be explained. What took place is beyond all known realms and could have beens and maybe weres, words are completely inadequate. What can be said is 2 brave, confident little girls stand triumphant as a cold and purposely forgotten thing fades into oblivion and nothing. 2 brave, confident little girls take a deep, cold breath, wait a silent moment together and then begin the journey back home.