Then, Boyce stopped and squatted, and glared at him.
Orren slowly made it to his feet, the armour from his own left arm totally ripped off of him and the bloody flesh just hanging off of the bone.
With great pain Orren forced a smile at Boyce clutching his profusely bleeding abdomen.
"You are getting better!" Orren said to Boyce. "But why didn't you finish me off?"
Boyce smiled. "I am having too much fun … besides — I am giving you the chance to live and to surrender!"
Orren shook his head and Boyce knew that he could not reach a compromise with Orren. Now, he had to try his hardest against this man.
Orren felt the same way. He now realised that Boyce was trained very well for this kind of fighting. It was then that Orren's mind was illuminated to all that has occurred up to this moment. He understood the prophesy and he could see the truth behind his killing Lloyd. Yet, he also understood that there was now no turner back or reconciling.
"Be on your guard!" Orren warned with a hint of affection and admiration in his voice.
"And you!" echoed Boyce.
Orren lunged at Boyce but quickly withdrew as Boyce pitched forward at him.