Silven's next three opponets were dispatched as quickly as the first each making the same mistake.  The fourth one on the list was much wiser and choose to circle around wielding a pole arm.  Silven watched each movement carefully as sweat began to bead on his well defined chest; the clash began shortly after a brief look into each others eyes. There was respect there for both parties.  Silven always had respect for Night Elves and their devotions, but they were still his enemies so it was a silent respect.  "Come, lets she what you've got!"  The priest said and swung around wide striking out for his opponents legs.  His opponent nimble lept over the attack and swung down toward Silven's skull.  Silven leaned away at the last moment letting some of his hair get chopped away.<br/><br/>"Good, you'll last much longer than those other three."  Silven said quickly as he jumped back avoiding an arcing slash towards him and leapt forward closing the gap between him.  Spinning in a tight circle he sent a few blows at the legs and chest of his opponent using both ends of his staff.  Each was parried and then came heavy stabbing motions from the pole arm. He dodged to the best of his ability which kept him from taking much more than a few scratches.  Leaning forward and right and even backwards at times to keep from taking any damage.  He looked into his opponents eyes and saw the next strike being told there.  He leaned left as the blade went right and swung his leg grasping the pole arm with the nook there and spun again.  His staff came around toward the trapped duelist as it traveled in a circle around Silven's head and collided with the night elf's jaw shattering it into several pieces as teeth flew away from him.  His weapon fell to the ground and Silven crotched down laid hands on the Elf and mumbled an incantation.<br/><br/>"Good spar, now breathe easy for a moment Brother.  Your jaw will be healed shortly."