A circle of red and white cloaks had formed in the square outside the Alehouse, as members of the White Hand and Red Vanguard turned their attention towards Doin and the steel masked Champion of Sevarian.

As Doin trodded out onto the frozen square in his heavy armor and shield, he glared over at the Champion. The Champion had still not uttered a word, as he watched his every move. It was impossible to see the eyes of his enemy through the steel mask.

"Begin!" Called a voice from the crowd, and Doin held his kite shield up in front of him, the large wall of fortified wood and steel effectively hiding almost the entire dwarf behind it. On the other side, the White Champion reached to his sword and pulled it from its sheath and held it out. It was magnificently crafted Estoc blade, thinner than your average longsword, but solid, and a razor, needle sharp tip. Stopping, he took a step forward; before rushing towards Doin in silence, only the cranking of armor and crushing of snow being audible!

"Yaaaaahh!" Doin rorared as he walked a bit towards the white Champion with his shield facing his opponent. As he came close enough, the White Champion suddenly leaped forward with a kick, landing with the bottom of his foot into Doin's shield. Doin's shield and left arm was pushed to the side, but in the process; the dwarf brought his axe around, aiming at the leg of man.

But the White Champion had quickly brought his own weapon to bear against the dwarf, and parried the incoming blow. As he lead the axe astray, the man immediately followed up with another quick strike against Doin's weapon hand; slicing his sword through the air as he hit the bottom of the dwarf's hand. 
Doin immediately let out a cry of pain as his little finger was just severed from his hand, falling through the ground. But the dwarf was not stunned. Instead of reeling back, the dwarf instead raised his shield again and charged forward right into the White Champion, hitting him square in the abdomen and pushing him back until he fell down into the snow.

With his axe raised, he plunged it down towards his fallen for; who immediately rolled away!

Getting back onto his feet, the White Champion swung his sword around to keep Doin at a distance. But the dwarf continued his tireless attack, advancing upon his opponent with his shield race; the heavily armored dwarf functioning much like an impenetrable wall!

The White Champion changed his grip, holding his sword up side down in a double handed grip as he aimed it at the incoming Doin. Charging against the incoming dwarf, he suddenly stopped without warning. Doin, expecting an attack, had raised his shield. But when no strike hit his shield, the dwarf raised his axe to strike. But just as he raised his arm over his shield, the White Champion struck, thrusting his sword forward in a perfect movement against the lower inside of Doin's arm!
The sword snuck past the armored plates and into the hardened leather, and stabbed right through and into the flesh!

Doin let out another cry of pain, but with a determined roar he had raised his heavy kite shield up; and smashed the iron frame into the chestplate of his opponent, knocking him back.
Picking his axe back up again with a grunt, ignoring the pain and the bleeding, Doin quickly stepped forward against his opponent.

The White Champion slashed across the space before him, hitting Doin's shield which did practically nothing. The dwarf continued forward, full of determination, and tried to push into the Champion with his shield again. But this time the Champion sidestepped to the side, and brought his sword against Doin in a plunging attack. Quickly raising his own axe, Doin managed to parry the attack with the metal hilt of his axe just in time as the Champion's blade was mere inches away from the visors of Doin's own helmet. 

As he held his opponent's blade at bay, Doin gazed back up at the cold mask of his silent opponent. The Dwarf was panting heavily from the intense fight. But when he looked towards his foe, he saw no such sign of exhaustion. There was nothing but shadows behind the steel mask. He could not even see any steam from the Champion's breath. All he could hear from the Champion's mask at such a close range was a silent inhaling, which sounded more akin to air simply passing through a tunnel than actually breathing.

Gritting his teeth, Doin moved his shield in from the side to help push the blade away!

As he did so, he pulled his axe to the side, hidden beneath his shield. The tireless White Champion prepared for yet another attack,but before he could execute it, Doin's axe suddenly appeared from beneath his shield as the Dwarf let out a frantic roar as he swung the axe right into the Champion's lower chestplate. The axe caved the breastplate in like a can opener, and the White Champion fell back to his knees.

On the other side of the street, Severian watched; his facial expression had remained completely void of emotions throughout the entire duel. The sight of his Champion falling did not even seem to make him blink, as he merely watched the duel as it continued.

Panting frantically, the dwarf raised his axe with a frenzied grunt. But just as he did. the white Champion suddenly shot his hand up and grabbed it by the hilt. Doin, unable to bring the axe down, and worn out by exhaustion, roared as he tried to kick back at his opponent.
But he missed, and the White Champion, his chestplate opened but still moving, rose back to his feet with a unnatural silence. Without a word, the Champion raised his sword arm, and plunged his sword forward, stabbing Doin beneath the shoulderplate and into his flesh, breaking his collar bone and digging his way out on the other side. Doin cried out in pain, before the Champion retracted his blade 

As the sword left his body, Doin fell back down into the snow with a thud. The Champion stepped back, throwing a last gaze at the Red Vanguards across the street, before unceremoniously turning around to walk back to the other White Cloaks on the other side of the street.

"It seems like your fire is running low, Glacus." Sevarian commented as he gazed at Doin, before his gaze shifted to Glacus.
"You are outdated."

One of the officers, accompanied by a squire, rushed over to check with their fallen comrade, Doin. In the meantime, Glacus merely stared at the scene, the old man seemingly struggling to find any words for what he had just witnessed.