Fyroh and Xor were still heavily locked in combat. Xor frowned as a powerful blow from Fyroh broke his defense. "You've gotten a sight stronger since the last time we fought... and I thought the rain made me stronger." Xor commented, before throwing himself at Fyroh. Fyroh, however, blocked both blades, and twisted his shield, then took a deadly slash at Xors side. He was knocked to the side, but not nearly finished. Xor kept coming back after Fyrohs quick attacks; he realised if he were to make Xor give up, he had to keep his powerful blows going; so sheathed his sword, and drew his machete, taking a large hack at Xor. It worked; Xor was being knocked about more now. "You're really a pain, Fyroh." Xor snapped. "I can't believe how well you're fighting once you have nobody else to support you." Fyroh smashed his machete into the side of Xor's head, knocking him down. "Teaches you to talk during fights." Fyroh sneered, holding the machete to Xors neck.