The First Trial of Single Combat

[Ilmare]

Ilmare blocked the sword, but the blades slipped on each other and the golden sword of Ash bit into Ilmares Hand. The flesh bleeded and went senseless and weak. Ilmare gnarrled loud and said:" It was worth a try, My Lord. " She wheeled her sword against Ashuron.

[Faron]

Ash slid down and slid his left foot around so as to trip Ilmare, but in the process had to drop his guard. Her sword made contact with his face, causing a gash to be made below his left eye. While he executed his trip attack, he brought his sword in from the right, so that his leg would hit her right side and the sword would collide with the left.

[Ilmare]

Catched beween leg and sword Ilmare blocked by her bended left arm. The slice went right through the flesh of lower and upper arm, down to the bone, but didn't cut if off. She pulled her leg upside to get her knee between her and him and eventually set her foot against his waist pushing herself backwards and out of the near range of Lord Ashuron.

[Faron]

Ashuron exchanged his sword for bow and placed three arrows on it as before and taking aim for Ilmare. "I'm going to be as polite about this as possible. I'm giving you this one chance to yield now before I'm forced to really start fighting. That arm of yours isn't going to last long in this fight, but its your choice."

[Ilmare]

Ilmare lowered her blade and knelt down. "So be it." she said, feeling that the lost of her blood weakened her body more and more. "I thank you for this fight, my Lord. I surrender and accept your victory."

[Faron]

Lord Leafbow sheathed his sword and bowed to Ilmare. "It takes a great warrior to admit that he, or she, is beaten. I wish I had that quality."

[Ilmare]

She smiled and raised from the ground, sheathing her sword. "Thank you, Lord Leafbow. Now I should let take care for my wounds." She struggled and nearly fell. Ilmare laughed. "We finished not a moment to early," she said and passed out.

[Faron]

Ash fell backwards onto the ground, laughing in joy. "I love good combat!" he said to the assembled crowd. Several comments were passed around said crowd, 'I think the Elf's gone crazy,' and 'Is it really safe to have someone that violent around?' were not alone among them. Lord Leafbow stood back on his feet and accessed his wounds. A couple new scars to add to his collection, and a rather nasty gash on his face. And if that was only round one, I can't wait for round two! he thought to himself.