He bowed to his opponent and it did the same. Argyyle stepped back, sword held at belt level at a 45 degree angle to his body, right foot forward, both hands on the hilt, left hand on top. The lizard stepped back into what looked like a fencing stance, its massive right paw engulfing the entire hilt. They faced each other a moment,
the tension palpable, and the Lizards sword flicked out to its right, batting argyyles swords aside, bouncing its blade off argyyles, flashing at his throat. Argyyle allowed his opponents blow to provide the impetus for his own, releasing the sword with his right hand, and catching his opponents weapon, continuing the movement of his blade down into his enemy's right thigh. Argyyle snarled at the loss of sensation in his right hand, but at least he still had the arm, and could deflect as necessary with it. The lizards roaring hiss was loud as its now useless leg buckled. It jerked its sword straight down at argyyles chest in an attempt to paralyze him before it went down.
Argyyle brought the sword up, his sword catching his opponents, and flung it away to his right, bringing his own blade back to catch his opponent in the head as it fell. The thing dropped like the proverbial rock, senseless. Argyyle bowed to his fallen opponent, and exited the arena. He was going to enjoy this. A lot.
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