They stood there gasping for air, hunched over a little as they just stared at one another.
"So long as I have breath, I shall fight you!" Boyce promised to his opponent.
"Suitable!" Orren agreed.
Orren stepped closer and lunged at Boyce.
Boyce shrank backwards, out of the way and managed to land a blow over Orren's back, with his damaged sabre, but all that happened was that the blow dented and cracked the armour. The force of the blow, however, was enough to send Orren toppling over. He landed face down and Boyce went over to him.
He stood over Orren for a moment then helped him t his feet only to be pushed away by him.
"You are a stupid young man." Orren commented. "I would never have helped you!"
Boyce, holding his side with one hand, smiled and staggered backwards a few steps. "Yes, I know!" he added.
Boyce now attacked, brandishing his sabre over and over, rotating it fervently and not giving Orren the chance to make a good swing back at him.
Orren fell back to the ground several times, and Boyce chopped at him, then stepped back. The rhythm of his movements were monotonous and anticipatory, making Orren to constantly step backwards. It was all Orren could do to defend himself.