there was the hard clang of metal that signified practice in full swing even thought the blades are blunt it doesnt seem to be making much difference to the two wielding them the tallers blade whistling over the others head as he doges nimbly out of the way with a glare and a heel to the shin that causes a short yelp and makes him stumble back he has little time to do anything as his sword deflected up by a for arm a resounding crack as the off arm hits the side of his head and sends it flying the smaller man might be a bit to into it as he brings his elbow down on the partialy exsposed spine and knocks the sword free with his own sword butt making the other fall down clutching at his neck stump he seems to chose to stay down to even as pete backs off incase looking round to see where the head has gone to
Lost in A Dream