[i]Sir Favian was no fool it would seem[/i]. Aslain noted the knight's strength, sure enough he was no spoon fed noble, he was a warrior of equal raport. The problem now was that Sir Favian had entered a contest of strength against Sir Aslain's own, he aimed to push him back into the grass, but not this knight, this knight had fought in campaign against the French. He pushed against Favian's own strength, shifting his feet to get better purchase on the grass.

[i]I'm no peasant nor am I a mere brute... You'll have to do better to put me on my back Sir Favian.[/i] Aslain shifted his grip quickly to have better leverage. For a moment, he saw Favian's cold gaze through the gaps of his visor. Favian was a man of cold focus, he decided to test this. He gave way slightly only to shove back with another burst of strength hoping to catch Favian off guard and push him out of measure so that he could ready another strike.