Standing up on his feet he saw Francis
Lucian held his katana, his heart pumping he just escaped elimination. Francis stood before him, his sword raised he failed to sneak attack, but Lucian knew that Francis was more experienced. He needed to be careful.
Francis lunged forward, his sword flashing. Lucian parried the blow, but Francis was relentless. He attacked again and again, forcing Lucian into a tight corner.
Lucian knew that he couldn't keep this up for long with his limited stamina. He needed to find an opening. He feinted to the left, then quickly slashed to the right. Francis was caught off guard and stumbled backwards.
Lucian took the opportunity to press his attack. He slashed and thrust, forcing Francis to defend himself. Francis was forced back now, but he was still dangerous.
They traded blows for what seemed like an eternity. Lucian was starting to tire, but he refused to give up. He knew that if he could just land one decisive blow, he could win, just one blow.
Finally, Lucian saw an opening. Francis was overextended ,and there was no chance to take his sword back quickly, and his sword was wide. Lucian lunged forward and kicked Francis in the chest unexpectedly. Francis staggered backwards and fell to the ground.
Lucian stood over Francis, his katana still in hand. Francis looked up at Lucian, his eyes filled with spite.
"It's over, Francis," Lucian said.
Francis stood up and slowly walked away.