The move momentarily confused Boyce and catching him unaware for an instant, but he quickly fell to the ground and rolled forward a few times to escape the deadly reel that Orren had followed him with.
Dust flew up from the ground as Orren gouged the earth with his sword, again missing Boyce.
Boyce came to his feet slowly and was smiling, and Orren nodded complimentarily to him for anticipating his tactic.
They continued to fight and the time passed. Soon it was an hour passed since they had started to fight.
They hadn't said very much after the first hairy tactic that Orren had tried on Boyce. The rest of the time was spent in offensives and countering, each man trying to out-think and out-skill the other.
Boyce would wave his sabre at Orren only to change his direction at the last second, while aiming at a totally different part of Orren's body.
Orren soon caught on to it and he played the game according to Boyce's rules, but both men
were exhausted and weak from a loss of blood.
Boyce's men were extremely worried about him and throughout the hour of combat they winced and cringed with each grind on the bashing blades.
Each of the men had scored blows against the other, but none of them were of sufficient force to do much else than dent their armour.