Your feet slid across the dirt with a dry dragging sound, rising a cloud of dust in it´s path. The metal of your sword grinded sharply against hers, and the muscles in your arms tensed with the force of pushing the handle upwards.

With a sudden swing, her sword slips away from yours, and she is quick to pounce once more and make it surge forward, aiming to your chest plate. You hiss lowly as you barely manage to duck away, deviating her weapon with your own with a painful twist of your wrist. "You´re fast" you mutter under your breath, but her expression only hardens more -She´s focused.

You quickly reposition yourself again, one of your feet a step before the other, and your sword securely gripped with both hands by the handle, taking defensive stance. The clashing or the worn out metals continues for a long while.

The exhaustion is very present in both of you, your movements have become slower and more oscilating, sweat and bruises covering your body while you tried to ignore the stinging ache of some recent cuts. One thing was clear, none of you seemed to be giving up yet.