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Faldron appears to have the upper hand.
With each blow, Faldron left his upper body exposed. Demeas noticed the opening and kicked him in the chest, throwing Faldron against a large tree that broke his fall to the ground. He gained his composure and moved to the open as he tried to retreat from Demeas’ continued assault. The colliding of metal rang out like a song as their conflict continued. Even in the cold, sweat beaded on each man’s brow.
Faldron moved sideways into the clearing, attempting to get out of Demeas’ way, and threw his short sword at Demeas. The blade lodged in Demeas’ left shoulder, sending a bolt of pain through his shoulder and down his arm. Demeas dropped the sword he held in his right hand, grabbed the one in his shoulder and pulled it out. Faldron continued to thrust and slash at Demeas with erratic inconsistency. He was more like an animal than a man attacking in an irrational fashion.
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