Uilles felt his Ki force lessen quickly, spend due to the swift and powerful attacks of Ravros. The man was relentless, not giving him a moment to catch his breath.
The wound in his side was dripping blood over his armour, causing him pain and concern. 
If Ravros kept this up, he would drain him of Ki completely and there would be no graceful noble end then.
Uilles dared not think of it, but he was experienced enough to know Ravros spoke truthfully when he said he would break him. In his currently state Uilles would be powerless.
He desperately caught the blade coming down for his head, feeling and trying to push off Ravros’s enhanced strength.
He saw the madness mirrored back to him in the reflection of Ravros’s eyes.
The delirious grin of expectation broke through as the other hand holding the smaller sword found another weak spot. He slammed it into the side of Uilles’s thigh, making him buckle and roar out in pain.
“Yes, scream, feel my retribution.” He snarled pulling it out with such force that Uilles feared might have done more damage than just stabbing into his flesh.
He watched the man step back for a moment regarding him.
He towered over him as Uilles barely could remain standing, as his poor leg had suffered more injuries than it could handle. His strength was fleeing from him and Uilles knew that this would very well be the end.
Exhausted, breathing hard and trying to ignore the pain he maintained his defiant gaze.
“Tell me Uilles, tell me truthfully how is it to stare your imminent death in the face.”
“Last time you told me I would perish too…I proved you wrong then didn’t I?”
“Ha, still hopeful you’ll worm yourself out of this? If it wasn’t asinine I would almost commend you for your stubborn will to live. But you won’t make it out of this Uilles, not this time…” Ravros promised as he regarded his own blade, looking at his own reflection in his lemmet, before looking back at his rival.
“I suggest you make your peace, for I won’t give you long, your city will be forced on its knees, just like I will do to you."
"You may try take and sack the city, but my people will fight on. Whether commoner or noble, knight or mage, they'll not forsake their beloved home." Uilles answered back as he forced himself to stand straight once more, the wound on his leg made it tremble, but nevertheless he stood proudly, defiant to the last. He brought his blade up in a defensive position, attempting to hold him off.
Ravros smiled.
"Oh naieve honourable Uilles, your countrymen will do no such thing, after all who will lead them? Who will they look to when I am done with you? I will show them exactly what defiance will wrought them...your rotting corpse will serve as a proper example." He said as swung his blade again, this time knocking the great sword from Uilles’s grasp, before kicking him down on his back.
He planted a heavy boot on top of his chest as put his full weight on Uilles.
“You’re out of options, Uilles, there’s no reprieve anymore. I hope you said your goodbyes for they have been your last ones.” Ravros said as he turned the blade around, its tip down aimed at the exposed neck of the old Knight.