Turning The Tide Around

The two people in the center of the arena were panting violently. 

The battle had been going on for quite some time, and judging from the audience's enthusiastic reaction in the stands, it was apparent they were delighted with the battle.

After a few simple tests, Bach and Rufus immediately started to fight.

Muscle to muscle, slashing to cleaving, the sound of weapons and shields colliding, splatters of blood and sweat on the ground; male hormones filled the whole arena.

Rufus had to admit that he had underestimated the newcomer in front of him. Bach's combat skills might need a little polishing, but this was a newcomer's common problem. On the other hand, Rufus could sense that Bach was born with an instinct to detect threats. 

Every time he set a trap, Bach would always detect it at the final moment. And the cunning Bach would make use of his trap to go against him. The wound on Rufus's waist was the best proof of that.