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of a counterattack Rhunis was swinging again, this time at his side. Whill blocked the attack as Rhunis stepped back. The crowd was wild; the chant for Rhunis became unbearably loud. Again he attacked, and Whill parried every blow. Around they went, Rhunis attacking and Whill blocking until it seemed the fight would never end.
    He’s playing with me , Whill realized. He thinks he has me. He played along for a moment, pretending to barely block the blows, acting tired and weary. Then with all his might he blocked a side attack and began his own. Blade gleaming, he swung at Rhunis again and again, unrelenting as the knight blocked his blows. Rhunis backed a step and gave Whill a nod.
    “Do you wish to have my best fight?” he asked.
    “That I do, sir.”
    With that the dual escalated to a point that none had seen yet that night. Rhunis showed no sign of tiring, nor did Whill. The crowd was on its feet, as were Lord Rogus and King Mathus. Cheers filled the coliseum and fists pumped as the crowd chanted for the Dragonslayer. Whill, however, was oblivious to the crowd. It was as if he and Rhunis were suspended in the sky upon the sand, and nothing existed but the ring and his opponent. Rhunis made an overhead attack and Whill quickly blocked it, bringing them together in a struggle. Swords pointed at the sky they circled, hands upon each other’s wrists. Rhunis quickly moved to the side and smashed the side of his helmet against Whill’s face. Whill was thrown back, their swords still tangled. Rhunis thrust the hilt of his sword at Whill’s face, sending blood spraying from his nose. Whill fell back onto the sand. Tears welled in his eyes as he fumbled to get up. Rhunis was upon him and kicked him back to the ground. Then he stepped on Whill’s hand, pinning his arm and his sword within it as he brought his blade around to end the match.
    With his free hand Whill grabbed the leg that held him down and simultaneously brought his leg up and around Rhunis’s midsection. With all his might he pushed with his leg and managed to send Rhunis falling on his back. Whill jumped to his feet. With nose bleeding profusely and eyes still blurry, he lunged at Rhunis, who had also gotten to his feet. Whill attacked with the fury of a caged beast, sending Rhunis stumbling backwards under the relentless attack. He now noticed that the sound of the crowd had changed. They had taken up a new chant, faint at first but growing louder.
    “Whill! Whill! Whill!” they cried, as steady as a drumbeat. Rhunis seemed to weaken, but Whill felt stronger than he ever had. With powerful thrusts he came down on Rhunis, who was backing from the attack. Whill realized that now he was the one playing with Rhunis—he was winning. Victory was his; all he needed to do was decide when to claim it. With this revelation he left an intentional opening for Rhunis. When the knight attacked, he blocked. In one motion he brought their swords around in circles, and with a great thrust he sent Rhunis’s sword flying. Whill quickly brought the tip of his sword to Rhunis’s neck as the flying sword stuck into the sand with a wobble. The crowd was into frenzy. The chant for Whill now sounded throughout the arena.
    Rhunis slowly lifted his arms to his helmet and removed it. Whill lowered his sword. Rhunis looked upon him sternly, but then his face broke into a smile.
    “That, my friend, was my best fight, but it seems yours was better. I hope you are never an enemy to Eldalon, for you would be a dangerous foe.” He gave a small bow.
    “Thank you,” Whill panted. “But I will never be an enemy to your great kingdom I will remain ever its ally.”
    “Then maybe one day we will draw swords together.” Rhunis retrieved his sword and returned it to its sheath. With another small bow he made his way to the knights’ quarters. Whill stood on the sand, roses showering him as the crowd cheered. He looked up to the royal booth and saw the king looking at him. He nodded at