Dianne
Kiervan Czerich - Harronheart County

... He began creating a small orb, devoid of as much air as possible. If he could place it the champion's head it would be over.

But the fight wasn't going well. Marius had relented. His strikds had become slower and stronger, to which Verandus had responded by parrying one afte the other with methodical ease.
He look confident... Too confident.

_"Dammit Bryan, be careful! This guy is older, stronger, and maybe more skilled than you!"_―he tought. But Bryan continued on the defensive deflecting one blow after another.
Why? Did he not realize that the champion wanted to wear him out? Or maybe he was looking for...
... An opening.

A swing of Marius left the young champion of the Sable Brotherhood exposed. Bryan! Attack! Now!

...Wait, no. Kiervan wasn't a swrordsman. If he could see this opening it meant... A feint!

With a wicked spin, Marius' longsword came back whistling trough the air.
For a second, Kiervan thought he would sever one or both of Verandus' arms. But it didn't... Because Verandus attacked with his pommel.
Instead of slincing a limb off, the blade scratched Bryan's elbow at brutal speed, but missing it's mark.

So fast was the swing that it didn't stop Bryan's strike. The pommel itself failed to connect with Marius' head, but the side of his hand managed to slap him in the face and send him back.

Marius was dumbfounded.

"I knew you were underestimating me. I was planning to take your arms for it." He was looking at Verandus with a mix of awe, anger, and wounded pride. "But a pommel strike? Did you honestly believed me such a lousy duellist that you could take me out with a pommel strike? You insult me.

I was worried you had seen trough my plan when you began to use basic parries, but it seems you simply thought I wasn't at your level.
Arrogant punk! You think me a bandit with no skill? Did you really think than my training would be lesser than an upjumped knight like you? Oooh you certainly did.

This time... Marius of House Falke will teach you to respect your seniors, kid."

Marius changed his battle stance. It was less threatening, but more utilitarian. Kiervan knew nothing of swordplay, but he knew the fight was about to get serious.

"Come here! Unlike you, or my oath-siblings, I've served in the Red Guard and the armies of Queen Lucrezia. Hell, I would've joined the Queensguard if I didn't owe Lancel my life. Come! Let me show you what I do to those who think they can beat me without paying in blood!"

His words had bravado, and there was no doubt he had confidence on what he was saying, but his emotional state was somewhat over the place.
Marius was too eager to restart the combat. The combination of his failure to bring down Verandus with his feint, and Bryan's percieved opinion of him had affected him more than he wished tho admit.
Ralph
The young knight held a breath to restore his stamina after that brief exchange of blows. He saw the expression upon his opponent face and was bit disappointed as well. " Your pride has already wounded, deeply wounded as a knife is carved into it. " He spoken, his tone was that of a wise and calm man. " Had you not became the man you are now, perhaps you would've been a proud and honor warrior. " He stated, looking at the man before him disapprovingly.

He continued to get some quick breath before the battle between the two warriors could continue. He took upon his combat stance, a defense stance. That is. With the blade of his longsword brought up close upon the right side of his body. Sometimes, defenses can be turned from into offensive. Or, that's what he thought of.

" Well. " He said, upon standing in front of his opponent before him. " You has the edge in strength and spirit." The young man pointed out. " That leaves me only my wiles with wich to defeat you." Somehow, he dimly smiled about it. As if he was enjoying this duel all along. 

" I will has the measurement of your sword, too." He stated, his eyes looking narrowly at his opponents longsword before setting his sights upon him. Bryan held his guard tight, waiting for his opponents to make his move. His enemies has taken upon a new stance too. Meaning, precautious was now his priority. He set his mind upon Enlightenment, centering himself in the environment around him.
Stacey
Went on the offensive, and lunged towards Lancel trying to wrestle him into the dirt so as to end the fight quickly, as Hubert felt tired already.