Jonathan saw Kate in the corner of his eye. Jonathan side stepped and was forced to be cut. He turned his trunk to the side. Sir Jonathan was covered in sweat and breathing hard. His sword arm was aching. He drooped his sword downward. The crowd was on their feet ahhs and quiet hush was whispered. Would the fight be a draw or would the king allow the fight to continue. Kate remained at the fence in anticipation of Will's move. The mage leaned forward.