There wasn’t any chance to avoid the fist that flew towards Trios’s face. Be it lack of skill, injured leg or a combination of the two resulted in Conrad’s fist slamming into the Isur’s face. The spiked appendage made solid contact against the right side of Trios’s face sending him staggering backwards, his cane somehow beinging dropped in the confusion of the attack. Unable to keep his balance without the cane made the burly man topple over adding more insult to the defeat. It took a few moments for Trios to get his vision straight but he knew from the moment he hit the ground it was over. The small trickles of blood from his cheek seemed to verify the fact. As Trios adjusted his seated position on the ground the man set his blade down on the grass before casually attempting to wipe the blood away with his blackened left fist. “What the hell you waiting for an applause? Just grab my cane so this cripple can get back on his feet” Grumbled Trios a bit ashamed at his defeat, least he could blame it on his leg. Pointing towards the fallen cane Trios couldn’t help but bemused at a terrifying realization. There was going to be no rest after this, Conrad was going to hold this day over the Isur’s head for a long. |