Ravros had become feverish with rage as the cut across his cheek had kept bleeding staining one side of his face whilst on the other side the dark red and purple veins shone through his skin, a mark of those that consumed Dursa’s poison.
The miracle booster however was not without cost…and it showed itself more and more as Tyrhallan kept clashing blades with Ravros. 
Unlike his uncle, Tyrhallan was still very much in his prime and had always been pushed and strived towards improving his skill and talents. Had Tyrhallan perhaps cared less about his training and his duties he would have ended up like so many of the unfortunates that lay scattered all over the battlefield, with eyes that would never shut.
As their swords rang out in their meeting, with Tyrhallan holding the man off with great sacrifice of his own ki he had managed to keep Ravros from coming even one step closer to his uncle.
[color=00746b]“Damn you boy! Get out of my way!”[/color] Ravros snapped at they wrestled for control, as steel pushed against steel and the release of ki flared and grew to such a point that it blasted around them.
[color=ed1c24]“You can forget it...and don’t call me boy!”[/color] Tyrhallan bit back as he dug his toes and heels in ready to force him back.
[color=00746b]“Miserable maggot I will swat you like the fly you are!”[/color] Ravros snapped as he released his pressure on the blade in an attempt to side step.
Tyrhallan however noticed the turn and turned with him, using his speed to avoid the reach of the coming blow only to reciprocate with his own, an elbow to the face.
Ravros groaned in pain staggering back gripping his face before swinging wildly, making Tyrhallan duck underneath in order to avoid it, charging Ravros in order to tackle him to the ground.
Using his ki he pushed off and ran straight into him, underneath the blow, catching him by his waist and using his forceful contact to push him over. 
Ravros screamed in rage as he felt the knight captain connect with him, before he watched the world spin for a moment as he fell back against the deck.
Tyrhallan attempted to end the fight by bringing the blade down, but something unforeseen happened…
As the blade was about to come down on Ravros, the man gripped the blade, holding it off as his dark eyes burned holes into Tyrhallan’s. As blood dripped down the hand and wrist Tyrhallan watched in disbelief how Ravros had the strength to hold his blade off with merely his right hand.
But that didn’t last long before his left hand gripped him around his throat.
[color=00746b]“I…am…going…to…KILL…you.”[/color] He promised darkly as he squeezed his lefthand tight, forcing Tyrhallan in a terrible choice.
The man had him…if he let up on the blade Ravros would most likely tear it from his hands and if he did nothing he wouldn’t be breathing for much longer.
He desperately tried to tear his blade free, but Ravros tightened his grip, much like the Nemorpa’s that would clench their jaws shut once they had caught their prey.
Infact he turned the situation around, Ravros regained his footing and raised Tyrhallan up with him.
[color=00746b]“How about I break that arm of yours boy? Seems only fair as you spoiled my fun.”[/color] Ravros snidely commented. [color=00746b]“Or maybe I should just toss you over the side and be done with you…”[/color] He regarded him for a moment as he made the knight captain gasp for air.
[color=00746b]“Sweet dreams boy, this is the end of the line…”[/color] Ravros promised raising him even higher up.
Tyrhallan struggled as his vision darkened and his lungs burned. He gasped for air desperate to even take a breath that he released the hold on his sword only hearing it drop to the floor mere seconds later.
Desperately clawing with his hands at Ravros’s left hand in a final attempt to release the hold, as his legs were kicking and flailing weakly.
Ravros watched with satisfaction as he heard his opponents squeaky attempts at gathering air knowing it wouldn’t be long now.
One less Venray...He thought.
Tyrhallan’s hands trembled before they stopped, his vision had turned black and he was losing all feeling of pain in his body and all the emotions in his mind as it turned into nothingness. As the final slivers of light disappeared from his vision he even had stopped squeaking for breath.
He only felt himself falling onto the hard metal floor before hearing a monstrous roar coming from above him as two figures stood facing each other. His sights returning to him as the sudden motion and shock of the metal floor restarted his body and send the first of many painful intakes of breath back into his lungs.
Ravros roared as he gripped his left arm, which squirted blood as it now was missing a hand. The severed appendage having fallen to the floor with Tyrhallan, cleanly cut off by a masterful sword stroke.
Facing him stood Uilles. 
The old General was breathing hard in an exhausted manner as he held Fatebringer and pointed it up at Ravros.
[color=00746b]“Uilles you miserable rat!”[/color] Ravros screamed as he clutched his wounded arm. 
[color=a36209]“I…am not…going…to stand by…and watch…you murder my nephew.”[/color] The old General said showing more weariness and exhaustion after pulling this particular stunt as the blade trembled in his hand.
He had been rather cutting it close though… He hadn’t expected that he had needed to take this long to collect the precious ki he had left. The wounds Ravros had dealt him, must have taken more of a toll on him than he had expected.
No matter though, he wasn’t expecting to get out of this alive.
[color=a36209]“Now run before I end you Ravros.”[/color] Uilles spoke knowing full well Ravros would call his bluff.
[color=00746b]“I didn’t expect you to still have the strength for it old man…the boy should prize himself lucky a second or two more and he wouldn’t be waking ever again."[/color]
Tyrhallan still gasping and regaining his breath, tried to stand again to aid his uncle knowing that in rescuing him the man was signing away his life by using the ki that he should be using to keep himself alive with.
[color=ed1c24]“Uncle…I can still fight…”[/color] He uttered forcing himself up on his feet grabbing a nearby weapon to have something to aid himself with.
[color=00746b]“You both are mad if you think I will be surrendering to you, in fact you two should be pleading for your lives as we’ve just won the battle.”[/color] Ravros said picking up his own sword again.
Uilles winced at this looking at his nephew before gritting his teeth.
[color=a36209]“I’ll never surrender to the likes of you! Nor plead for whatever life there’s left in me, if I am going to die I am taking your miserable hide with me.”[/color] He said.
[color=a36209]“Now let’s finish this…”[/color] He promised as he charged at Ravros swinging Fatebringer at him. 
Ravros met his blow with his own blade, easily forcing it away and opening up Uilles for him, bringing them up close. Uilles drew a dagger from his belt and stabbed Ravros up the armpit, watching the sheer indignation reflected in Ravros’s eyes at the unworthy attempt at ending him.
He headbutted him and kicked him down again, only to quickly bring his sword up again to avoid the cut at his neck from Tyrhallan.
[color=00746b]“You Venray’s are all the same…no fucking honour! Await your  turns you miserable ingrates! I will slaughter the both of you and mount your heads on fucking spikes!”[/color]
[color=ed1c24]"You need to kill us first and if we're to die we are taking you with us!"[/color] Tyrhallan promised as he started attacking Ravros again.