As Ravros brought his sword up he watched the glare that Uilles cast at him.
Hate me. He thought. It is no more then you deserve. 
A blur flashing in the corner of his eyes for a moment.
As Ravros flexed his might to decapitate Uilles, bringing the final swing down he was met instead by the incoming knee of a raging Knight Captain. Ravros stumbled back, trying to regain his footing as the red and white blur became visible as Tyrhallan stood in between his Uncle and Ravros.
Both quite surprised to see him.
[color=a36209]“Tyrhallan? You’re supposed to escort…”[/color] Uilles started as he regained his composure.
[color=ed1c24]“We can argue about this later!”[/color] His nephew snapped at him, taking him a back again.
Ravros however regarded the two with clear suspicion. They knew one another…that much was obvious and if the white hair wasn’t a dead give away their emblems surely were. The Venray crest.
[color=00746b]“What’s this? A son? A little family reunion?”[/color] He asked with curiosity allowing the two their moment to catch up, though they didn’t bother to answer him.
[color=a36209]“Tyrhallan go… I order you to go… This doesn’t concern you!”[/color] Uilles said as he attempted to stand up again.
Tyrhallan cast a glance back at his uncle.
The man could barely stand anymore and if the blood dripping from his armour was any indication the man was bleeding profusely.
[color=ed1c24]“Don’t be ridiculous Uncle, you’re in no shape anymore to fight him nor to order me about, call it disobedience or mutiny I don’t care.”[/color]
Uilles eyes him with a pleading look, but Tyrhallan ignored it.
[color=ed1c24]“I am not leaving you here so you can die for the sake of your pride! Not when Belisio still needs you. When I still need you.”[/color] He cut back.
[color=ed1c24]“All my life you trained me to be worthy of following into your footsteps. You told me to protect the innocent and defend the weak. To bring hope when there was none. To do what was right. And right now that means keeping you from making a stupid mistake. My place is here between you and him.”[/color]  
Tyrhallan’s words earning him a grin from Ravros.
[color=00746b]“Well, it seems the boy made his decision Venray. You’ll just have to patiently wait your turn and in the meantime watch me rip his legs off of him, but rest assured, I will not forget about you. Your comeuppance will come.”[/color] He promised darkly.
Tyrhallan raised himself, taking his position and keeping a careful eye on the man.
[color=ed1c24]“Well we’ll see about all that…After all you will have to catch me first.”[/color] He replied with confidence.
Ravros chuckled for a moment as he took his place, his large sword swinging about in order to loosen up again.
[color=00746b]“Bring it boy.”[/color]
Before Uilles could stop him, Tyrhallan dashed at Ravros. He avoided his slow and heavy swings and instead dove underneath it to kick his legs from underneath him. This attempt almost succeeded were it not for the grab Ravros did pulling Tyrhallan down as well, making him smack his head against the metal deck. He quickly spun away and out of range despite the pain and watched Ravros get up as well releasing a tuft of hair he had torn off of Tyrhallan’s head in his attempted grab.
[color=00746b]“Seems you’re not so fast after all boy.”[/color]
Tyrhallan narrowed his eyes and shadowstepped again, only to force himself to deflect and parry the blow Ravros send his way, allowing Fatebringer up close and nearly taking off his nose, but causing a proper cut across the cheek.
Angered by the new pain and drawn blood Ravros send his other fist flying into Tyrhallan’s direction, barely missing his face as he retreated and was forced on the defensive.
Ravros’s anger fueled the speed of his attacks and even with Tyrhallan’s speed even he was having difficulty keeping up with the big guy.