Rowine noticed the act and his face twists down into an annoyed frown. The lance is his primary weapon, and, by throwing it away, Riegion gave himself the upper hand.
For a moment they circle around the weapon table, their eyes locked on each others with twin glares. Outside the arena Riegion and Rowine aren't exactly friends, but Rowine had once picked Riegion up off the ground after a particularly rough training session when Riegion had first been dropped in the barracks. They have no malice towards each other, but in a fight to the death, friendship doesn't matter.
Riegion can see it in his eyes the second before Rowine acts, and he's in the middle of his counter attack as Rowine fakes left and turns to sprint right in a desperate attempt for his precious lance. He makes only one mistake: turning his back on Riegion.
There's a circular shield on the table and Riegion picks it up, throwing it like a frisbee at the back of Rowine's legs. It hits him square in the back of the knees and he crumples to the ground midstep, skidding a few more inches in the dirt before stopping. Riegion could've thrown one of his daggers right into the others back, but he didn't want Rowine to die a cowards death just as he didn't want to stab a comrade in the back.
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