Kennith winced as the flat side of the Princes blade smacked against the side of his head and sent him sprawling onto his ass. A hiss of pain being ellicited as he glared up at Servian. Gripping the dirk hard as he rubbed his broken cheek bone lightly out of pain. "What honor is there in running?" he snapped and slowly stood up, ready for another go at the Prince.<br/><br/>"You cant have Luna. She was mine to begin with! I wont die and if i do it certainly will not be from running away!" Kennith snarled in anger then launched himself again at Servian, swinging hard but clumsily. Having not been trained for battle and having no energy to continue the fight to his fullest attempt. But his eyes widened in joy as he cut into Servian's arm even if it was hardly more than a scratch, it was still something.