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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Maerdwyn" data-source="post: 2610301" data-attributes="member: 835">Acwulf smiles cruelly and yells as he brings a crushing blow down on Briet - only to find that the smaller man is not there to receive it.  Instead, he finds himself leaping backwards out of the way of a Gladius meant to slip neatly between his ribs.  Over the next few seconds, despite Briet's attempts at deception, it becomes clear that he is the aggressor in the battle.  For each two steps foreward Briet takes, Acwulf retreats one, until he finds himself nearing a wall with Briet almost on top of him. The cheers in the hall grow to a roar, with most shouting for the pure joy of a battle, not for either combatant in particular - one, afer all, is a known coward, and the other is unknown altogether - but they both look to have spirit this day. Soon, though, it is all Acwulf can do to put his shield up in reponse to Briet's thrusts - the men are too close together him to use his own sword to parry or strike.   He desperately tries to smash Briet with his head, hoping to catch the younger man off guard, but ends up knocking himself on Briet's iron shield instead.  In an attempt to scramble away from the wall, Acwulf leaves himself open, and Briet punishes him harshly for the mistake by plunging the gladius directly down into Acwulf's back.  To his credit, Acwulf stays conscious, but as he rises, there is blood burbling from his mouth.  The men around Acwulf ad Briet cheer the blow and wait to see what Briet does next.ooc: yes, that was what I was looking for.</blockquote>

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