Niell stifled a cry as the blade sliced across his midsection. The blade hadn't hit anything vital, but it was bleeding rather badly.

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Tahlavain's face was firm, she wore no grin now, and her eyes wore a look of pain yet determination. She locked her blades with his again and slammed him down into the ground. "Call it quites..." she muttered through gritted teeth as she edged the blades closer to his neck, fighting against his strength.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"That is never going to happen," Niell hissed. His face was set with grim determination and he put all the strength he could muster into a firm kick, forcing her off of him again. Though this time he was a little slower in getting up. His back wound had gotten covered in dirt and it was starting to sting. He staggered to his feet and got into a defensive position.

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Tahlavain held back a groan as she got to her feet again. She stood there a while, taking heavy breaths, her eyes seeming on fire with blue flames. Limping somewhat, she began to circle him, until she worked out her limp, then she moved closer. She struck at the side of his leg, then backed off, then returned forward again and, holding her sword to block blows, she delved her dagger towards his right shoulder.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(( *tries to keep track of injuries* dang, Mordor better have one heck of a healer ))

Niell moved left, hoping to avoid the dagger. He felt the blade slide across his skin, making a cut, but at least it hadn't stabbed him. An angry spark seemed to ignite in his gaze. His grip on his sword tightened and he swung it around in an arch, not really aiming at any particular point.

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Tahlavain went to move aside, but lifted her left arm as she saw his blade going towards the crown of her head. She let out a cry of pain as the blade sank deep into her forearm. Pulling back she dropped her dagger and held her left arm with her right hand while she still held her sword. Gasping, she gathered herself again and clashed her sword against his dagger, sending his weapon flying out of his hand. Quick to strike again, she engaged him in a back and forth banter with thier swords. Her eyes narrowed as she gathered her senses more and allowed her skill to take over more than her anger. Finally she thrust her sword towards him and when he went to block, she moved her blade in a quick circular motion, disarming him. She stood, breathing heavily, with the point of her sword pressed into his neck.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(Don't worry, Tahlavain's a healer ^^)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Niell was shocked and for a moment, unable to speak. He was breathing in quick gasps, trying to recover from the adrenaline. "Alright," he said holding his hands up, "you win."

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Tahlavain gave a faint smirk but had hardly the strength to do much more. She let her sword arm drop while she gasped her breaths. "Thank you..." she mumbled the words and half tripped out of the fighting area, picking up her dagger along the way.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Niell waited until she had left the ring before retrieving his weapons and following. His pace was slowed down considerably and he staggered as he walked. He was relieved when he left the ring, he didn't notice the cloaked figure that was following him.

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Tahlavain groaned as she sat down, holding her left arm. "I didn't know what I was up against..." she mumbled to Niell, "you put up a good fight..."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Niell held his arm on his stomach, covering the cut. He only nodded, acknowledging that he had heard. There was a sound of boots on stone as someone approached from behind.

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Tahlavain eyed the stranger behind Niell, but remained seated, unable to get to her feet. She held a bloodied hand on her sword hilt but had no intention of challengng anyone in her current condition.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Niell turned around to face the stranger. The cloaked figure made a motion for Niell to follow him. Reluctantly Niell got to his feet, wincing slightly as his back straightened and followed the figure into the courtyard.

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Tahlavain gasped as she got to her feet, and held her arm while she followed a short distance then leaned against a wall in the shadows and watched. She was going to offer to heal him, but that would have to wait now.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Niell felt his shoulders sag slightly as he stood in front of the stranger. The battle had taken more out of him than he had expected and now he found that he just wanted to rest. The figure looked at him for a moment before reaching up and pulling his hood back. Black hair fell around his tan face and cruel black eyes stared out at him. "Still fooling around I see," the dark elf spoke. He reached up and ran one of his fingers over the cut on Niells shoulder, rubbing the blood between his fingers. "This will be quite a story to tell your father," he said menacingly.

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