A metal circle to the legs probably doesn't feel good, but Rowine's training has him up again in no time, diving for his lance as Riegion advances behind him, drawing out his long thin swords from off his back. Rowine's fingers close around the wooden base of his weapon and he turn onto his back in time to use the long grip of the lance to block a particularly harsh blow Riegion rains down on him. Riegion grunts as his opposer delivers a swift kick to his gut and he stumbles back, giving the other just enough time to roll back to his feet.
They carry on for a while in the deadly dance. Riegion stabbing and thrusting his swords just to be blocked by Rowine and vice versa. Every now and then one person lands a solid punch to the face or chest or gut but otherwise they circle in an evenly matched war. Just as the crowd wants.
Riegion goes to make a jab with his sword but at the last second, he throws it to the right and, as Rowine is preoccupied with blocking his face from a blade, Riegion folds his hand into a fist and buries it into the flesh of the others stomach, earning a strangled groan and a wheeze of air as Rowine falls expended to the ground.
Riegion kicks the lance out of Rowine's tired fingers and kneels down to pull his sword from its belt and cast it too out of reach.
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