Gareth was anticipating the assault, and ready for it. As the prince lunged forward, he swung his the flat side of his sword around in a sweeping motion with the intent of knocking the prince down and, at worst, knocking him out or breaking bones. Like hitting a baseball with a bat, the action should send him sprawling. Gareth was not holding back when it came to the force of his swings.

"I respect your furor, man, but this won't end well for you!"

If this were one-on-one combat, Gareth wouldn't have minded handing the other man a weapon. But this was less like a duel and more like an obstacle. And he had to keep at least one eye on the prize here. While he was significantly better armed, Gareth's focus was severely handicapped. On one hand, he had to watch out for sneak attacks from Namyna - after all, he was conscious of the knives that were peppered lightly around the room - but needing to worry about that meant that he couldn't let his attention slip from anything. It was a taxing experience, when it could have been so easy. Gareth cursed his mistake and his misfortune. [i]Should have just knocked the girl out... Don't underestimate royalty in a castle, I suppose.[/i] It was a lesson hard learned.