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Sorry if my reply took a while. I had some stuff to do IRL.
The roar of the crowd was deafening, but when the final blows came, they fell silent. Two organizers came to break apart the fighting. Realizing that a killing blow by both Aslain and Favian, the organizers huddled for a moment contemplating on how to score the two.

In France, it would've been more clear. The dead would be on the ground, writhing, gasping for air while they drowned in their own blood. The field of Agincourt filled Aslain's mind, he looked towards Favian and thought about whether or not he had fought alongside this man in a campaign for the crown. He was a capable fighter, as much as his own self. He stood waiting for the judges to decide who would win this fight. Then one man stepped up.

"We announce that the winner of today's duel to be Sir Favian Porcell. Only just did he edge away points from his opponent. He landed the first blow, defended magnificently against an equally strong opponent, and delivered a mortal wound to the back of Sir Aslain's head..."

The crowd cheered but, the man wasn't finished, "... However, to give Sir Aslain his due, Sir Aslain was able to land a mortal blow towards his opponent's gut. This would have also proven fatal, not nearly as immediate, but fatal. To fight despite disadvantage, despite losing his weapon, despite being hit on his right shoulder, Sir Aslain is without a doubt, a knight worth noting."

Sir Aslain picked up his poleaxe and walked over to Sir Favian. he raised his visor and held a hand out to shake, "Congratulations, Sir Favian, I admit total defeat. But rest assured, I look forward to another duel and next time I shall not let you take the win so easily."
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Sure, we can play it that way if ya want!

Edit: wrote my reply as such. Lucky thing for them both those blades aren't sharp :P


Yup. If there were a third party here, it'd be easier to judge, but honestly I think this is over. I can't really see a way for me to stop that strike. In a real duel to the death, it would've killed him. But the dagger to the gut is pretty substantial. It's usually a slow and painful death as the gut had a lot of very nasty things in it. Stomach acids, gut bacteria, and so on. But if I were to judge, I think I'd give it to Favian on this one.

Edit:

I'll make a post depending on how you answer on this one so we can close it off.
I'm thinking making this a lot like how the medieval knights used to duel during competition. Not really meaning to kill eachother but dueling as if they were trying to and having someone score. I figured we can agree that if that was the case, you'd be ahead because of your earlier hit on his shoulder.
Aslain took a blow to his helmet, it didn't hurt but the sudden impact threw off his sense of direction for a moment and in the next his right leg came out from under him. His grip on Favian's arm was probably the only thing that kept him from going to the ground fully. He could feel that from his grip that Favian was going to use the momentum to push him on his own right but not while he held the grip which would prevent him from pushing. The dagger however did not meet its target, stopping at the plate. It was frustrating - so close to striking a mortal blow and it was missed. Then again, they weren't meant to die, the organizers were scoring. No doubt Favian was favored for his earlier strike towards the chest. Even the blades were blunted, and while the poleaxe indeed had a hammer, a single blow to the head would have been enough to ensure victory.

Not like this... From the ground he shifted his attention grabbing and tackling Favian low, where his hips would be, Launching himself with his strong legs. If I go to the ground, you shall too. Though to do this, he would have to cede the grip on Favian's arm. He had to position his right leg in the right way. These few precious moments could give Favian an opening. But he would play a trick tackling to mask his attack, attempting to slip his dagger between where his chest plate and the leg armor meets. I will gut you sir. And I shall come out the victor.
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Go right ahead! Just let me know once you’re done.


Done!
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You’re doing great! You’ve avoided a lot of the common pitfalls I tend to see in people less experienced with arena stuff, and I’m having a lot of fun with this fight.

Wasn’t able to post this evening, but I’ll see if I can’t find time to write one after getting some sleep.


Actually if that's the case, I made some errors in my last post (Got a bit over excited). I'd like to ask you if it's okay if I edit out some of those errors.
I'll ask for the sake of it... How am I doing?
He had forseen the dagger play that would come and it would leave Favian with little choice but to close distance. Instead of getting a proper grip on the longsword as most people would, he simply let it come out of his armor and hit the ground. This gave him a precious few seconds to counter thrust, his left hand he would catch Favian's right arm where the elbow would meet the forearm. Aslain struggled to get any more strength out of his right but he could still ball a fist. He knows that the dagger would be a force multiplier, he would take his own out with his right while pulling Favian closer with his left, pulling the dagger past the intended destination where it would only meet the steelplate on his back.

He didn't hesitate, he went to headbutt his opponent, counter aggression with aggression. At the same time his dagger would aim for Favian's thigh. Aslain must be aggressive, there was no room for caution, not anymore, not when these two knights have come to blows. He must overwhelm his opponent with calculated and measured force. As was said before, I would show no quarter, nor will I cede ground without cost.
That one jab, if Aslain wasn't a seasoned knight, it might have killed him. His reaction had to be quick. He saw the angle, there was no time to properly counter, instead reactively angling himself hoping that would be enough to divert his blade, alas it would only be half as effective. Favian would land the first blow, with the tip of the blade glancing towards the gap between his breastplate and his right pauldron. Aslain stifled a grunt, the chainmail would hold, but the impact sent a shock throughout his right side.

Aslain mind flashed back to the battle in France. French knights have been just as brutal, just as ferocious. They were fools, but they were trained fools in good armor and armed with blades just as sharp as the one that he clashed against now. He grit his teeth knowing that he had cheated death many times before. But how long till lady luck turns her favor. The nobles on Aslain's side began to doubt whether he would survive this battle. Sir Favian was in his own right a renowned knight who proved himself in just as many campaigns.

But Aslain was not done, he would capitalize on the few precious seconds despite the pain in his right shoulder. As long as sir Favian was this close he would have to sieze the moment. He dropped his poleaxe and grabbed Favian's sword with both hands, and with his left foot he'd kick him in the middle of his torso to push him away and disarm him at the same time. This was the fighting that he had to do during a campaign, close, dirty, and personal. However, whether these next actions would have the desired effect remains to be seen.
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