Fay gritted her teeth as it seemed he had mustered more strength instead of falling victim to anger.  He would have been an interesting opponent if this was a fair fight. Then again if this were a fair fight she knew she would already be dead because of her inexperience with fighting anything other than a wooden dummy back home.  An image of her home on fire and her fatherâ€™s screams echoed in her ear causing her to shake her head and almost caused her to be struck by his first attack. She was lucky that she had been far enough away that he had to pull back and strike once more but this time she was ready. She swung her blade out to the right; swiping the advancing dagger to the side but causing the leather to tangle around her sword. This was her chance. Her only opening to get at his guard; she charged forward aiming for his neck now but when she swung he dodged and pulled the leather taught causing her to lose some balance. The crowd roared in excitement as she fell to one knee and the leather became freed of her sword. Her heart pounded as she twisted; swinging her sword up as she did so. Her dagger rested at his throat enough to knick the skin and cause blood to well up but she felt the coolness of a blade against her exposed collarbone where her shirt had slipped. If he pushed the dagger forward her heart would be pierced.<br/>Her eyes showed no fear as she looked into his. In fact they shined with challenge, â€œDo you think that you are fast enough to take my life?â€ She asked quietly and for once the crowd was silent. They all watched in anticipation as to who would die. Her heart pounded in her chest to the point where all she could hear was the pounding of her own heart. All she could do was wait for an opening and pray that her strike was the killing blow.