His limitations were far more narrow, cutting things by a fine hair as he measured the distance as a sniper estimates how to get the best shot possible. His feet land just on the inside of the invisible line that he was not to cross, his weight rolling to the left again to keep from being forced against the rules. He could hear the inhales of several people, but it was the sound of excitement, of enjoyment for having the show and the combat this close.
His knife screamed against the metal of the shield, but he had balanced himself well as he ducked the backswing of the same item that could do some serious damage, but there was an opening. He immediately stepped in and took it with two fast strikes of his knife, his left hand shoving at the wrist holding the shield to prevent it from coming back around while his right hand moved to draw blood.
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His knife screamed against the metal of the shield, but he had balanced himself well as he ducked the backswing of the same item that could do some serious damage, but there was an opening. He immediately stepped in and took it with two fast strikes of his knife, his left hand shoving at the wrist holding the shield to prevent it from coming back around while his right hand moved to draw blood.