
Two; they have always been together. They have been born as one and died as one and when a half falls, there remains one.
The warrior lies bleeding and s/he stands alone against the mob with no weapon to defend besides his/her own body. Until now there has never been thought of who they are, of what they are, and in this moment, there is only a name that tears from their throat as their half lies fallen.
"Come at me if you dare! For I will shield the fallen, and I will take you all down with us!"