[Sure! I'm good with that too. It could be interesting.]
They weren't allowed to kill one another. They weren't allowed to engage the audience either. Those were the two rules that had been laid down firmly, reinforced with a prodding to make certain that he understood. The space that they fought in made it easy to do both though, especially at the pace and strength that they were apparently going to be fighting at.
He felt very little for his knife scoring a hit, and he had already discounted it as a victim of their combat and didn't intent to make a fuss retrieving it. He had more, and while he wouldn't throw them quite as often, he now knew that he could and be able to score more than first blood between them. He hadn't completed his mission so there was no need to feel as if he might be rewarded for his efforts here today.
The Soldier still kept his distance where he was at what seemed to be a bigger advantage. Other opponents he would have already closed and ruined them, but not the other weapon. It was as much a show as it was combat. They took his memories but not his knowledge, so he had best learn while there was a chance to do so.
When the bigger weapon closed on him, he set himself before darting to the left, towards the audience in full awareness that they both operated until similar rules, his right hand grasping the hilt of a new knife and pulling it into hand as he twisted to slash at the air in front of him to perhaps keep the other man from closing too rapidly.
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They weren't allowed to kill one another. They weren't allowed to engage the audience either. Those were the two rules that had been laid down firmly, reinforced with a prodding to make certain that he understood. The space that they fought in made it easy to do both though, especially at the pace and strength that they were apparently going to be fighting at.
He felt very little for his knife scoring a hit, and he had already discounted it as a victim of their combat and didn't intent to make a fuss retrieving it. He had more, and while he wouldn't throw them quite as often, he now knew that he could and be able to score more than first blood between them. He hadn't completed his mission so there was no need to feel as if he might be rewarded for his efforts here today.
The Soldier still kept his distance where he was at what seemed to be a bigger advantage. Other opponents he would have already closed and ruined them, but not the other weapon. It was as much a show as it was combat. They took his memories but not his knowledge, so he had best learn while there was a chance to do so.
When the bigger weapon closed on him, he set himself before darting to the left, towards the audience in full awareness that they both operated until similar rules, his right hand grasping the hilt of a new knife and pulling it into hand as he twisted to slash at the air in front of him to perhaps keep the other man from closing too rapidly.