The cold air didn't touch Brone, the battle had worked up his body, enough adrenaline to keep himself warm, and if it wasn't the warmth of his blood flow, it was the pain that throbbed. He took his position and looked at Yuurei, noticing the seriousness in his face, "Oy, oy, oy, don't get yerself all upset and sad like that" he called out to him, "I don't want ye holding back, but neither of us are monsters, there's no threat, ye can throw yer whole weight into the punch, but don't go for a kill, remember the reason why we are doing this" he smiled at him while raising his battleaxe in the air, trying to remind his friend of the promise they made.
"We want to see our best in one another, whether to test ourselves or to know more about one another" He shrugged, not entirely knowing why he wanted to experience this battle, maybe it was a warrior's instinct, doesn't matter, to Brone he felt the desire for the battle and the joy of the turnout. "So come at me so we can have a drink afterwards" he took his stance ready for the last bout, knowing the next exchange would more than likely be the last.
Yuurei ran so fast the snow kicked up, creating a wall around them. At points, Brone had lost sight of the half-elf, worried the attack will come out of no where, so he kept still without turning, just using his eyesight to try and follow the speed devil as best as he could. At one point he wasn't sure if the wind he was feeling was natural or from Yuurei himself. Either way, he gripped the handle of his steel battleaxe in his left hand. He tried moving his right hand, wondering if it could be used for this last bout, but to no avail, the arm wasn't moving so now he had to rely on the offhand.
"Alright, come at me" he said under his breath. And as if Yuurei heard him, the half-elf appeared in front of him and dashed forward, Brone raised his battleaxe in front of him to block the attack, but what was surprising was that the collision wasn't as powerful as the other attacks. Then it clicked, the attack was a distraction; Brone, for but a split second, noticed Yuurei's other hand coming in for a hook; subconsciously, the dwarf tried to raise his right hand to block, but the feeling never return and it was too late for him to realize that.
The hook landed upon the dwarf's chest, all went quiet and he felt the mountain jerk as all feeling left for the split moment. Brone collapsed onto the snow. The battle was over and all was quiet.
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