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| Rithevan crashed down his right sword onto Edvar's in a sound like the pound of an anvil. He was disappointed that the fleeing snake had turned around in time to block. Edvar leaned hard on Rithevan's sword and spoke. “You should have never joined us Rithevan." Rithevan swung Edvar's sword out of the way and backed up. “There are plenty of wrongs you have done Edvar, but I would rather tell you how much that I pity you.” “Pity me?!” Edvar swung out and was blocked by Rithevan's sword. Rithevan pushed Edvar away and said. “Yes!” “That is because you are weak! Edvar shouted in Rithevan's face. He brought his sword down as Rithevan put both swords up cross-wise and held them in place about him. Edvar leaned in on him, "You fail at everything, even at being scum! Your continual failure will only be finally ended by your pathetic death! You weakling!” “Rithevan!” Phoenix shouted. Rithevan turned and saw Phoenix; his sword was knocked from his hands and lay extinguished on the ground and three men held his arms and stomach. Rithevan went down on his knees and barely held on to the swords above his head. Edvar released his sword from Rithevan's and wheeled it backwards behind him, and around at Rithevans face. Rithevan tried to flip back and managed to just get himself and his head leaned back far enough to only catch the steel blade in his chin. Edvar's sword traveled up and knocked both swords out of Rithevan's hands and went flying backwards into the air. Rithevan continued somersaulting backwards, he rolled and then stopped and brought his hands forward down in a kneeling position. Wind then strongly blew into Edvar in a roar. Rithevan then rolled sideways and off the edge just in time to miss the two flying short-swords that flew into the rampart, bouncing and spinning in the air and into Edvar. |
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