[Rosekitten]

He finally did catch where the other two had run off to, but they seemed to be staying out of the way. Probably waiting for a order or if Brishen lost the upper hand. Though for the time being they seemed evenly matched. This was hardly in his favor even if he manged to take down Brishen he'd have to deal with the others.

"tsk keep thinking that when your choking on your own blood" he growled at Brishen before breaking the weapons from his sword and drawing them both back for another strike. This was a odd fight on it's own a two handed sword against duel blades. Both had advantages and disadvantages but they seemed to be on equal skill level.

This trade off of strikes went back and forth, a few minor hits were landed by both sides to the other but not enough to really cause the other side to flinch or slow down. 'tsk damn it i need just one good hit' he hissed at himself still trying to find that opening. For a two handed weapon this Brishen knew what he was doing. There were no openings that were left for a extended period of time, not long enough to plan a strike on it.

How long was he going to put up with this one or the other of them would tire after a while and he knew that Brishen was getting annoyed at the blocks and trade off blows.. it was easy to tell as his face expression changed a bit mid fight. Though to be fair Rhyldrin was hardly amused by the trade off, sure a challenge was welcome but this was getting old.

He had the odd thought of what if he lost this fight, he'd be dead probably or worse. In a worse case they'd keep him alive and try to pry information out of him.. not that they'd get any but still there were plenty of ways to keep someone alive just to torture them. That's not something he was going to allow he had to win