The sword of Fyrohs opponent clashed against Fyroh's helmet, knocking it straight off; then it was swung into Fyrohs side, though protected by armour, pushed Fyroh straight to the ground. Suddenly, Xor descended from the sky, landing but a few feet away from the attacker. The attacker smirked. "I thought I just finished you off?" he asked, in a deep, gruff voice, and then the two started to battle; Xor's speed keeping him from failing as soon as Fyroh had done.
A sabre lay on the floor, blood on the end of the blade... and on the handle. A beaten up, worn down figure crawled across the grass to claim it... after getting it, Olhal started crawling to the bush Kabe was looking through, unaware that she was there; although he appeared to be looking right at her.
