Long, drawn out fights were not to Yannis’ strengths. He was a tall man, not meant for stamina and Mettius knew exactly how he fought. He didn’t allow him to draw back for a few precious seconds to catch his breath. That was the advantage of training with one another so personally. Yannis knew how to exploit Mettius as well, if he’d had a better choice in weapon. He got in a few good licks with the shield and defended against some serious blows but he was fading. He knew he had to do something to put an end to things and so he opened himself up. It set Mettius up for a good swing at his torso, a sacrifice he knew he would have to make, but Yannis was ready with the blunt end of the shield, crashing it into the man’s wrist. There was the sickening sound of bone snapping followed by a bellow as sword fell out of Mettius’ grasp. Unexpected pain shot through the man and he went down.<br/><br/>Panting, Yannis came down to one knee, leaning against the shield. The gash across his chest painted his skin crimson but he thought it looked worse than it actually was. Just a fleshwound. Mettius had been tired as well, not able to put his full strength behind the blow. A sloppy risk on his part because if he had been his entrails might have been hanging out of his body at that point. The fight had lasted too long. Yannis was breathing heavily, clearly having come very close to the point of exhaustion.<br/><br/>Mettius was cradling his hand to his chest, writhing before collecting himself, reaching for the sword with his offhand, looking downright murderous. And Yannis knew why. Rendering a man’s sword hand useless was probably a fate worse than death. Took away his ability, his<i>value</i>, and left him in limbo. Yannis wasn’t sure how Dominus was going to take this. Things had gotten out of control, at least so it seemed to him.<br/><br/>Yannis used the shield to haul himself back to his feet, moving out of reach of the desperate man. He knew it was only a matter of time. Once adrenaline faded from the injured man the pursuit would be over. Agitated still, Yannis threw the entire shield at Mettius and looked back up to Regulus. A signal that he felt the fight was over. Yannis was frowning, wondering if the man was happy with the way things had played out.