Belrigger struggled to keep up with Asthons overwhelming speed advantage and shifted focus from assault to clear defense in short order, anticipating the boys assault from behind rather than a frontal one, and met the blades woth his forearms crossed over his chest. The kick was not so much avoided as it had fallen short by a hairs length to harmlessly ruffle his silk shirt.
Belriggers lips turned to a Mirthless smile. Bare handed against Asthon was a futile fight, eventually it would be Bels loss. A single glance at the shallow cut on his forearm was a clear indication of it.

Rising to his full height, he raised his hand in Mithrils direction and motioned with his fingers. "Bring it to me."

The fight was temporarily delayed as Mithril approached the Master while carrying a heavy and polished wooden case, long and smooth with gold filagree worked into the surface. Hesitantly, he opened the case and Belrigger took up the last of his prizes. [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/366129818791575552/581232372633305108/Screenshot_20190523-142854.jpg]The sword[/url] gave off a frightening chill as it left the protective case, Belriggers smile widened as he listened to horrible new thoughts invading his mind, thoughts he had been ignoring for many years. All brought to life as he held a weapon for the first time in what felt like centuries.

Ignoring the etiquette of a proper duel, Belrigger came on strong with a heavy downward swing but arrested the momentum as it reached chest level, suddenly seinging to the right and back, preparing a thrust.