Duel with a dual-wielder with Finely Sabers. Fight starts quick, we exchange some strikes, then I knock his helmet off.
Apparently that really pissed him off.
Suddenly I'm recieving a torrential series of strikes that culminates in him doing severe body damage, mild arm damage, and he knocked my left arm piece, helmet, and shield off. He swept down and picked up my Spiked Tower Shield, so I ninja-rolled and came up with the sword I'd knocked out of his hand with a well timed counter.
The field was reversed. Him with heavy shield and sword, me with dual swords (and a very concerning lack of armor for my head, arm, and body)
My only advantage was now I was underweight, meaning no stamina penalty that I had long since become accustomed to.
I made his torrent of bladework look like a drop in the sea. I hit him with a fuckin Cat 5 hurricane of swings. I knocked him leg armor off, his other sword away, and took my shield out of his hands. He cast about desperately for a weapon. So I threw his sword at him. It knocked him back a step and he stooped to grab it.
As he stood back to full height, I was already airborne, blade angled. It plunged between his clavicle and shoulder, into his heart.
I am the lord of this arena, motherfucker.
Colosseum Road to Freedom