Just as those warriors, that were watching, thought that their leader's fight neared an end, and an end for Boyce especially, Boyce pushed on and disarmed Orren.
He stood there feeling stark naked and he waited for Boyce to run him through. Instead, Boyce slackened his sabre off to one side.
Breathing heavily, Boyce lifted his sabre to Orren and asked him if he wanted to continue with bare hands.
"You are mad!" Orren answered him then got to his feet.
Orren was first to charge head-long into Boyce's stomach, the top part of his helmet gouging into Boyce's wound.
Boyce grabbed Orren's helmet and twisted it until Orren sank to his knees and pulled himself away. The helmet came off and Boyce threw it off to one side. Boyce then took his own helmet and threw it beside Orren's.
Orren looked up at Boyce who was now bowed-over, and while breathing heavily he held on to his injury.
"Maybe we should stop now and pick up where we left off, tomorrow!"
Orren joked.
Boyce shook his head. "So long as we breath, we fight. We agreed,
Orren!"
Boyce ducked as Orren came upon him, and he was sent flying over
Boyce's back.