Conaan let Alexander take the first swing, as he darted lazily away from the sword. He was starting to feel a familiar weakness seep into his bones, his body feeling rather too heavy.

Alexander gave a loud laugh, then swung once more, missing Conaan again, by more than an inch. His irritation started to show in the bulge of the veins in his forehead, his chest heaving.

He turned to Conaan, then attacked, this time faster and even more aggressively. He gave a groan of effort as Conaan's dagger blade stopped the sword, his eyes wide.

"You coward...why don't you attack?" Alexander asked, pressing down on his sword harder.

Conaan...