Slices, slashes and punched were thrown at him, even though most moves were very common to him, he couldn’t block, evade or parry them all. He was taller and was easier to hit than most, a harsh elbow jab against his jaw got him off guard. A quick slash over his back caused him to take his distance. As Eleanor rushed through the crowd, he smiled. He placed his rapier into the ground and pushed himself up, balancing on the thin weapon with such incredible grace. His eyes still locked with Tiberius, the smile around his face got cockier. He landed behind Tiberius, besides his horse, his hand was already on the weapon he needed.

Scorpius dashed forwards with both weapons, he swirled the incredibly long halberd around above his head, that he could handle such a weapon with one hand while wielding another one. Clash. Clash. Clash. The halberd slammed into the weapons of the opponent with an amazing force, it kept going while circling around in the air. He and Tiberius had one thing in common; they had the same, stupid, attitude. One of them would win, even though, for both winning was everything. Scorpius began to take steps in circles around his opponent, a red rose sprouted from his footsteps. That was the beauty of his fighting style, his grace and the roses, the blood red roses that shattered as his blade ran through them.

“… Sammael has taught you the right things to be a soldier. But Solasol taught me something better, that dying isn’t the worst thing which can happen in a duel!” Scorpius shouted, the end of the Halberd slammed against Tiberius chin in an upward motion, the blade followed quickly.