Writer's Block

The storm raged overhead as they faced each other in the dark alleyway, daggers drawn. In the pouring rain the two figures were almost indistinguishable, but it was apparent that one had been hunting the other.
"It's time to end your stay on this planet, Aldernak" said one rain-soaked figure. "You should have returned what was mine".
Aldernak grinned. "Yours, Sophie? I think not - I won the bet".
She spat at him. "With crooked dice!".
"They were your crooked dice!".
This time Sophie grinned back at him, showing a couple of unusually pointy teeth. "True...but I want it back all the same".
"Well then, I guess we have a problem".
They stood there a moment longer, sizing each other up for the last time. Then one leapt towards the other and they fought. Their daggers clashed again and again as they grappled, each seeking an opportunity for the killer blow.
One more time they struggled, both pushing and pulling at each other to try and keep the enemy blade away but the enemy in range. Suddenly one of them slipped on the wet ground and the other struck, piercing through the sodden clothing to the heart in a trice. The figure fell to the ground, dead. The victor looked down at the body for a moment, as if to be certain they weren't getting up, then reached down to pick up something that had been dislodged in the fight. It was...a wedding ring. Once again the figure turned to look at the body.
"We always did fight too much..."
Then it turned and walked slowly away as the rain continued to fall.