Tyrhallan dashed forward the red and white blur back on the attack again as Ravros too now went on the offensive to counter him before he could build up his speed. Swords clashed violently and Ravros managed to force his ki into the blow to throw Tyrhallan off.
Tyrhallan however this time wasn’t as willing to play along, he allowed Ravros to cast him off only to activate the boosters in his armour to launch him back twice as hard, forcing Ravros on the defensive. The flurry of cuts that danced before his eyes were meant to distract and dazzle him, one wrong move and he would be unable to avoid the killing blow.
The boy was good…
Whether by sheer skill or stupid luck Ravros managed to tilt his head out of the way feeling the wind rush past his face and hearing the soft zing in the air as the cold steel sang mere hairs away from his face and neck.
He spun his leg around attempting to kick Tyrhallan to the ground but was met by Tyrhallan’s own ki infused countering his kick just as hard, having anticipated the move.
Swords kept clashing further as Ravros felt his strength waning, sapped away by the wound on his arm. If untreated he would end up bleeding to death and he did not fancy that particular end.
From the side Uilles stood there, his legs trembling and his breathing heavy and exhausted. His eyesight started to blur and he knew that he would be in no position to help Tyrhallan anymore, though the boy currently did fine on his own. The blow Uilles had dealt him had tipped the scales into their favour, it was simply a matter of time now…
He turned his eyes back to the city before them.
The battle however was a minor victory in comparison to the siege of Olysium. His eyes flitted to the remnants of the once mighty walls and castle. It lay in ruins now, smoke and dust rose from the city and the roar of fire and screams echoed through the air. He hoped they all had made it out…he would be of no help to them now. It was over… The capital had fallen, their forces were crushed. Only rebellion awaited them.
That such a dark day would be his to experience…
He closed his eyes in pain, both physical and emotionally drained from all of it.
Exhausted his limbs gave way, his breathing slowed to a halt and the mighty general fell as Fate bringer was released again clattering to the floor.
Tyrhallan in the thrall of battle had not yet noticed pushing even harder and striking even faster in an attempt to bring Ravros down and end this once and for all.
It wasn’t until he effectively disarmed him, spinning underneath the man’s arm and stepping in to capture the sword, literally snatching the blade from a  bewildered Ravros, who cursed aloud in anger.
Tyrhallan smirked a cunning smile before his eyes fell upon a figure lying on the ground, catching sight of him as he had but glanced over Ravros’s shoulder. 
[color=ed1c24]"Uncle..."[/color]
Disbelief boggled the Knight Captain catching him unaware, a moment Ravros used to try and get hold of his weapon again, causing a struggle between the two.