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There was an impressed sound form Sebastian and Balthazar as they watched from the door of the house, and a scuffling form inside the higher fornt window of the house as the other knights went to look out of the higher window.
Felix, however, was oblivious to this and smiled as Vence surprised him. Finding himself in an awkward position and off-balance, Felix quickly pushed his weight onto is staff so it dug into the ground, while mumbling quickly to get the staff to grow. It did so, the length being forced backwards to protect his back from another blow, while he swung his weight around the pole to use it to quickly spin out of the way. He dropped his legs as he span, in line to scoop Vence’s legs from under him.

Felix naturally continued as Vence jumped. unable to stop, so it was a litle too late when he realised that vence was about to strike the pole. This realisation caught him a little off-balance, and he place done hand down on teh ground to steady himself, therefore leaving him with only one hand gripping teh pole when Vence struck. he gripped it hard and took the brunt fo teh blow, which jarred the pole off to one side and twisted his wrist along with it. he snarled in pain and frustration as teh pole was knocked form his hand and instantly lurched forwards after it. aware that Vence would probably persue him and scrambled for the pole and once he got there, he put all his weight on his front hands and kicked out at Vence with his back legs.

Felix ducked into a roll to get out fo the way of the blow and quickly got to his feet. he gripped his bostaff in two hand and quickly countered with a upwards sweeping blow from the bottom half of his staff.

Felix, finding hismlef unable to block it with his staff, twisted off to the side to dodge it. He tucked his fingers in and once the sword had swept down, forced it away off to the side to try and jarr it out of Vence's balance. He instantly ducke dot teh floor and swept hsi leg under Vence's again, making use of teh speed advantage he had begun to notice over Vence.


Meanwhile the band of remaining knights along with the Balthazar household had gathered at the windows and alreayd started to choose sides, each pocket of people whooting and cheering when 'their' fighter got an advantage. A couple of neighbours poked tehir heads curiosuly out fo windows.

Felix grinned, but kept his eyes on Vence. He wasn’t much tired form the exertion: a lifetime of hard labour had given him great endurance, but he nevertheless panted in deep controlled breaths when he had a moment to relax. Being without nostrils, he had no other way of breathing, and his tongue lolled out a little to clear his airways. He forced himself to centre himself and finally licked his lips.
“You think so? Thanks, you know I've always admired your fighting too. Though I seem to do much better at sparring like this than in real battles. I’d rather be better at proper fighting like you are.”
He was 100% truthful in this, but nevertheless had the sense that he was, indeed, beginning to improve his skills. He had never been able to focus entirely on combat before, but the freedom to do this over the past few weeks was doing him good.
He noticed that Vence seemed reluctant to come in much closer again, and took the opportunity to check his surroundings. The wide open space was good, although if he really wanted ot get an advantage over Vence and use his skills to the maximum, he would have to push him out towards one of the building’s walls and use them as a platform. If he concentrated his heat vision he could spot where Serol was, but he had no fear of running into him - no doubt the dragon would move out of the way. Although he would prefer not to, since any movement risked detection from the crowd.
The crowd.
Felix chanced a look away from Vence to the score of people surrounding them and began to feel a little self conscious. A few people called his name and Vence’s and he saw the knights smiling at them. He didn’t want to mess up...
He returned his eyes to Vence and forced himself to calm down a little more.
Mess up...that was what skrews you up with the monsters. You’re so afraid of messing things up and getting other hurt or getting killed that you don’t concentrate. You make stupid mistakes.
He frowned a little at this realisation. He was right - in the fights before he had put too much pressure on himself to get things right first time and he had suffered for it because he hadn’t focused. Even in being killed he didn’t think of himself, but worried about disappointing and upsetting his family back in the Underdark - as if he had wasted his hard-earned gift of freedom by cutting his life short. The reason why he was doing so well with his fight against Vence was that it was simply a spar - no strings attached, no judgements, just fun. A friendly fight between friends.
He chuckled to himself, pleased at having identified his own weakness. He wouldn’t allow it to rule him again.
He let his heat vision die down and took in a deep breath, tasting the air. He let his expectations fall away and ignored the crowd like he had been doing before.
The outcome of this isn’t important he told himself, but smiled. He knew that Vence was trying to keep some distance between them, and Felix knew that his bostaff would excel when he had a greater reach than Vence.
You’re going down, buddy.
Felix then charged towards Vence, his bostaff ready and easily the size of his height, held towards the end to give maximum reach. He’d come at Vence fast and try to get as many hits in as he could, using the openings created when Vence was forced to block.

[yepyep - Felix has one more flourish up his sleeve if he can get vence to the edge of the arena :3]
As vence dashed towards him Felix clashed, making full use of the reach of his bostaff. He held it in the middle so he used both ends, and forced his strength into quick attacks with both ends, meeting any sword blocks and then jabbing with the end for Vence’s head to keep him on his toes. All this time he forced forwards, trying to get Vence to retreat. His style had certainly shifted to full-on attack now, and he seemed relatively unconcerned about the risk of any blows he had.

[hope this doesn’t count as godemode-y. Just thought I’d get it finished quickly]
Felix carried on with his attacks, and smiled through maintained the same determined look on his face. He was going for gold now, sotospeak, and every indication he was winning brought more confidence. When Vence was forced practically with his back against the wall, his own attacks and swings were limited, and he was forced to return to more jabbing than anything else, but at the same time Vence’s swings were limited. He knew that one good blow that could force Vence onto the ground would be the winning one. He didn’t want to hurt his friend, but at the same time the blow needed to be effective enough to leave no argument as to the outcome of the match. as they reached the wall he smirked - his little plan having come to fruitarian.
There were times when being a moonmaw paid off.
He threw his staff straight at Vence’s head to throw him off and force him to break his defence. He was now without a weapon - but considering he was about to (hopefully) finish the fight he wasn’t concerned. He took the opportunity of the broken defence to jump over Vence head and onto the vertical wall. As a moonmaw he could scale it easily, almost as if it was the ground itself. He ran up it, twisted backwards and grabbed Vence by the shoulders and used all his strength to flip Vence up into the air. From there he leap off the wall, twisted in the air and kicked him away and straight onto the ground with surprising force.


[*ahem* this has nothing to do with watching too much ‘kung fu panda’ today. Nothing. Lol XD]

[haha sometimes I get paranoid about it xp whee ]

Felix looked at Vence, and grinned. He held out a hand to help Vence off the ground.
"Thanks. I thought I'd have an advantage there - i'm glad it paid off. Good fight, huh?"
He laughed, happy at the victory, but even happier at having found his confidence and having found a great opponent in the sparring. The crowd cheered around them, and there were several disgruntled mumbles as a few bets were paid out.
"You ok?" he asked, worrie dthe last stunt might've hurt Vence.