"An arrogant one you are," he said between long, labored breaths.
"You're mistaking confidence for arrogance," Siamera replied, "a rather common mistake."
Slowly raising his sword, he points it at her. "Let's see how confident you'll be after I cut off a limb or two."
"If you're feeling froggy
." She smiles. "Then jump," motioning with her hands for him to charge her.
He laughs as he draws his sword back and runs straight for her again. She braces herself for his attack but inches before reaching her, he propels himself in the air. Lifting his giant sword up over his head as his large form blocks out the sun, then plummets down over her. Siamera rolles out of the way right before the sword buries itself in the arena ground.
"Didn't think he'd take me literally," she quietly, muttered to herself.
Pulling his sword from the dirt, "for someone so confident you runaway a awful lot."
"As opposed to getting my head cut off, yeah I guess I kind a do," Siamera replied, picking herself up off the ground.
"All the dodging in the world will not protect you for long!" He yelled charging at her again.
She jumps away as once more his blade flies at her. The fight intensifies as Silex attacks comes faster and more vicious then before, it is all Siamera can do to keep one step ahead of his sword.
But soon she finds herself running out of ground as the granite walls approach from behind.
She decides the time to disarm him is now at hand. Using the stone wall behind her as a step, she quickly ricochets up spanning the distance between their sizes.
Before Silex can react she slams his wrist with a hard kick, causing the sword to fly out of his grasp and through the air. It glints in the sun as it spirals up to the stands while bystanders quickly scatter out of it's path. It lands, piercing one of the recently abandoned bleacher seats.
"Well," Siamera smiles. "Some lucky fan will be taking home a little souvenir tonight."
His face tightened with anger, it appears he is no longer amused by her little remarks.
"You think you're safe now," he warned.
Before she could make her quick retort, his knuckles met her face.
Sending her colliding with the wall behind her, she slid down to the hot dirt.
For a moment, the world around her blends into a simple mess and all definition is gone.
Her vision focuses as the large blur approaching her takes shape. She quickly ducks down as Silex's fist strikes the wall behind her, cracking it.
He leans down, coming close to Siamera's face. "Funny, you don't look so confident anymore."