On my way out of Cape town (open)

The punch to his chest had hit, but he managed to dodge his second punch, he knew he was out of power, so he had to end this fight with close quarters combat before he regained his energy.

"All this for a couple of coins.."

He dashed at him again, with his buster sword in one hand, he made a huge swing downwards, and behind that swing was a punch aimed at his throat.

I moved to 1 side, dodging his sword attack and grabbing bothe the sword's hilt and it's wielders hand. But as soon as i had done so, the mans punch hit me in the neck, making me let go of the sword AND his hand. I had to admit, he punched pretty hard, but it was not over yet. After staggering backwards abit, i regained my balance and aimed a kick to his head, hoping for a knock-out.

He couldn't dodge the kick, he realized he didn't have time, taking out his knife he held it outward from his face, waiting for the kick to hit him, and the knife.

"One last trick from up my sleeve!"

As my leg hit the blade, and as i saw the blood flying out of it, something inside me snapped. I didn't want the stupid sword anymore, not if it caused me all this trouble. No, all i wanted now was to end this fight with me as the victor. With all my energy left, which would not be enough to kill a small bird, i shot the smallest bolt of darkness i had ever seen, hoping for it to somehow kill the man. After doing so, i fell to the floor and passed out.

The kick, while had hit his knife, still hit him back in the process, he stumbled back, and looking up he saw his opponent's last attack, he just sat there, and let it hit him. He fell back on the ground and laid there, looking up at the sky. Had he won? Or just survived.. He pondered these thoughts until his eyes gave up and he passed out.