Tancred advanced slowly, unsure if his opponent was faking to get him close, or if the man really was seriously hurt. But it would seem so, as Toma neither scrabbled toward his lost sword, nor attempted to draw his remaining blade, his just kind of flopped about on the ground a bit, clearly in pain and wanting to be somewhere else. This wasn't a fight any more. He marched up to the downed man and kicked at his hands, which were flailing a bit, clearly he wanted to defend himself, but that would not be allowed. In the end, the knight just stomped on the man's left shoulder, that should cause some pain and render at least one arm useless. Then he looked up at the crowd. They were going insane. They wanted blood. He shrugged and looked down.
Beneath him, being crushed by one metal-clad foot, was a pitiful-looking man who had bitten off more than he could chew. Now he was to choke on it and die. That seemed fair to the witch hunter, whose concept of fair was brutally skewed by his upbringing and view of the world. He shifted his grip on his sword once more, turning it so he had the flammenschwert's tip pointing downward, toward the enemy. There was a nice opening in the armour, where he could shove his blade and kill the man quickly, he figured he could at least be kind enough to do that. With another look up at the crowd, and a wave to get them going even more, Tancred set his blade and shoved all his weight behind it, putting the point of his sword several inches into the ground, well through Toma's heart.
And with that, the battle was won. He ripped his sword free and thrust it up into the air proudly. The crowd cheered. The opponent he had just slain did not warrant dismemberment or decapitation, so the warrior left the body alone, to be dragged off by the servants once he was out of the arena. There were more freshly-dead onlookers in the stands, the people behind having crushed more of the ones in front against the heavy grate separating the combatants from the crowd. This was a savage place. Perhaps that was why Tancred stayed on top. He had enough animal in him that he could fight wildly and with great strength, but he was sane enough to be able to think while he beat his opponents into the ground. Unfortunately, that battle had not come down to scrapping, but perhaps the next one would. There was always the next one...
The Glory of the Soul Drinkers! presented as made by Genkai
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