[color=ed1c24]“If that is your decision, Master.”[/color] Rider began to advance slowly towards his opponent, never taking his eyes from Assassin’s own as he did so. He held his shield in front of him, covering his body from attack, and held his scimitar out to the side; he had the suspicion that his opponent was better with a sword than he was, faster and more skilled, and so approached the fight with that in mind. The shield was his advantage, something his opponent lacked even if it was by choice, and he would leverage it as best he could during this battle.

When half the distance between Rider and Assassin had been covered, the armoured Carthaginian increased his speed, rising from a walk to a trot to a run, until he was sprinting at his opponent and bringing his sword around to attack. [color=ed1c24]“Haah!”[/color] with a shout Rider swung his sword up and then down, aiming his slash at the point where Assassin’s neck and shoulder met.

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