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[Bolivar]

He's stepping forward? Seeing the pommel aimed straight at his face Bolivar stepped into the hit his forehead exploding in pain as he pressed on further. Interesting. Once again Ethen started to take steps back to which Bolivar followed in kind. Not this time. Already taking the notion into account the mixed blood decided it was best to press on. The other squire setting the pace did not give much for Bolivar to work with. Much too safe for Bolivar's liking fighting for scrapes rather then actual gains. Bolivar kept the close distance to the squire making sure to match every step, every shrug with his own. How long could he keep up with this dance?

[Ethen Calden]

Ethen was proud that he had the fight in his favor. Bolvier might getting scrapes but soon it will all add up to more chipping at Bolvier's armor. Soon Bolvier's body fail him when he needs it the most. Ethen walk to Bolvier but out his range and into Ethen's range. Ethen sudden thrust the point of the greatsword aiming at Bolvier's torso. Without missing a beat Ethen swung his sword a tight arch sweep directionally at Bolvier's legs. At a fast pace.

[Bolivar]

Bolivar was already only a mere two paces from Ethan now. An awkward stab was shrugged off almost contemptuously as Bolivar brought up his greataxe to help with block. Deflecting the metal back Bolivar mentally took note that from this close the block was felt almost like a parry when his hands stood fast shoving the great sword to one side. No that wasn't a parry. Raising his left up in anticipation Bolivar blocked the incoming swipe before it gained any momentum with his boot. This pressed down on the greatsword to dig deeper into the ground. Not sure even sure what that was. Leaning forward Bolivar had his greataxe lowered to hide his range before the prepared swing. Letting the weight on the axehead do what it did best Bolivar let his wrists guide his weapon as he swung with authority at Ethen intent on making his mark on his opponent's torso.

[Ethen Calden]

Ethen did the unthinkable and abandon his greatsword and dodge backwards the greataxe by inches. His mentor would tan his hind raw if he knew. Ethen stepped up close to Bolivar. Ethen try to avoid the greataxe and slapped Ethen's hands on bolivar's ears hard cupping his hands around and hope to damage Bolivar's ear drums and upset his balance. With this disruption Ethen lift his greatsword from the ground with his most of his strength. Ethen Struck upwards and as he pulled Ethan cause a blinding dust screen. Ethen lift once more with his greatsword at perfect range and to full hight above his head and drives with his all his might and anger and aiming perfectly at the middle of the top of bolivar's head and strike down though dusty haze. Then once again Ethen walked out of Bolivar's range and breathing heavily with dirt and dust sticking to Ethan's sweaty body and clothes. Ethen body was stiff and heavy. Ethen couldn't move any more.

[Bolivar]

Seperate a warrior from their weapon and what does that make them? Pushing off from Ethen's great sword as he brought his axe up for a follow up swing. Pivoting his right leg in preparation Bolivar brought his left leg up going airborne for a moment to heave his great axe at Ethen's position. The hooking motion put Bolivar way farther from the squire then he intended looking barely, noticing that mild slap that Ethen applied to his neck. Furrowing his brow slightly Bolivar took an step back in reaction to the scene the squire was making. Breathing out Bolivar started to rubb his thumb against his finger seeing the small dust cloud as a self inflicted condition Ethen placed on himself. Holding his great axe in his right hand and slowly building up force in his left Bolivar quietly imagined a small forming of djed hanging above his left arm. Just wait. His body reacting on it's own accord Bolivar took reactive step back seeing the great sword suddenly breaking through the small dust cloud. Finding his breathe once again Bolivar stood on the balls of his feet in preparation just incase another, preferably closer attack came from Ethen's direction. His thumb vigorously took to his index finger as he can feel the slight amount of res forming underneath the surface. Soon. Finally being able to see Ethen once more Bolivar quietly ran the field conditions in his head. Opponent is nearly four to five steps away. Wind is calm and barely a factor. At the most he has a quarter of a step of reach on me if I included thrusts. Looking exhausted as he should be. Quite a bit of running around on his part. Shaking his head slightly Bolivar made no move to nurse any injuries he might have sustained so far. Dizzying. Can't let him notice anything amiss. Rocking on the balls of his feet Bolivar once again held his great axe with both of his hands. "Ready for this? I don't think you are quite ready yet." That was too bad.

[Ethen Calden]

Ethen was stiff and sore as an marble statue, Ethen started stretching and and warming up. "To not trier myself I have to not move" thought Ethen. When Ethen finished stretching, he started swinging wide and strong arches with his sword at Bolivar's arms, head and body. Though it might seem as wild swings of Ethen's greatsword to a outside, it was actually careful swing to see what body part was damaged and what was fine. "I have some soreness but nothing harmful to my balance or fighting" as Ethen thought to himself. Ethen soon planned to make tight and strong arches with his sword, if bolviar came closer.

[Bolivar]

How nice would it be to just take leave of your senses and just relax right now? A voice in his head already knew the amount of exertion Bolivar had, it was exhausting at times but manageable. Just a matter of force of will. Speaking of forces of will Bolivar directed his towards the gathering res in his left hand. Any who was taught personal magic was instilled to keep a reserve of djed for use. From where though Bolivar wasn't sure where he would emit the res. Though a slight tinge from his hands occurred he also directed the production of res in another area he tried to keep hidden for now. Willing the res at hand into a gas Bolivar rocked on the heels of his feet waiting for his next move. Almost time now. Pushed back it seemed like Ethen was finally taking time to take in the conditions. That was good right? He was second guessing himself. I think now would be the time. Condensing his res Bolivar brought the res up with his left letting go of his axe. A slight wind was transmuted from the res as a breeze started to fill the air. Without warning Bolivar dropped the facade of using Reinmancy as he dropped down low advancing a step towards Ethen. Twisting his body and holding the end of his great axe with one hand Bolivar appropriated another step before letting the axe head fly towards Ethen. This was it. Twisting to get some extra power in and thrusting his body forward Bolivar swung with his right wrist simply guiding the great axe. Approaching from Ethen's right Bolivar aimed behind the squire knowing full well how the arch of this swing would end up. Hopefully Ethen would barely have time to react putting up a if any feeble guard. Bolivar wondered ahead of time if he whittled the squire's stamina enough. He would just have to see.

[Ethen Calden]

Ethen suddenly felt a chill up his spine. "There no way a breeze could have happen today" thought Ethen. Then Ethen saw Bolivar's twist his body then felt the axe heavy on Ethen back and his heart and Felled forward. "There no way I fought any better then this" Ethen on the ground smiling. "That was awesome! And you were awesome, are you single?" asked Ethen. As he lie on the ground and offer his hand to bolviar in a handshake.

[Bolivar]

Winding up and through the air Bolivar blinked in annoyance at the state his opponent put himself in. Feeling the res in his hand Bolivar faltered slightly as he tried to hold the length of his great axe with his right hand. I could have sworn he fell backwards right into the hit. Still balancing his weapon in one hand Bolivar didn't hear the pleasant exchange Ethen share with him. The battle wan't over until either of them said it was over. Drawing up his res from before Bolivar will the converted djed into a gas as he willed it in Ethen's direction. Transmuting as it passed his body Bolivar stumbled back before turning and looking at Ethen's state. Once again moving to separate Ethen from his weapon Bolivar forced the axe head down on Ethen's arm trying to catch his opponent's arm in the empty space between the two seperate edges. If Bolivar was able to land a decisive move that would have satisfied the conditions he needed. Leaning down Bolivar started to summon more res out near him as he looked down on Ethen. "We are done here." Making sure there wasn't any confusion in the other's eyes Bolivar readied another shape of res from his hands as he presided over Ethen. Too many times a warrior was struck when as he turned away from his opponent. Thinking in the heat of the moment if they could throw one more swing... Bolivar was all too familiar of being caught up in the heat of the moment. His eyes drawing down and finally retracting slightly Bolivar made his exit keeping alert just in case some fool wanted to try him.

[Ethen Calden]

Ethen's mentor moved in when the heat of the fight calmed down and grab his hand and pull Ethen up. Ethen asked his mentor "I hope that you an't ashamed that I loss". "No Ethen, you made a great and powerful warrior use his magic, a last resort" The mentor said.