They continued like that for a while. Shula assumed that Faelan just wanted to size her up but as their sparring continued she became convinced he was just fucking with her. The woman was starting to become winded now and her defense was low. She was taking receiving hits instead of dodging them and seemed a more uncoordinated then when they first started. She didn't want to throw in the towel yet, her pride getting in the way.<br/><br/>Eventually Faelan had to stop simply because she wouldn't even when she was knocked to the ground, the point of the wooden sword at her throat. She was panting, staring at Faelan with a glare. Her staff had been knocked out of her hands and had rolled out of the ring but her stubbornness wouldn't let her verbally admit that she had lost to the man.