The guy pushed Lictorals blade way and stood up. His eyes were dazed and he held his head with the palm of his hand, "you.. Pack.. Quite a punch..." Lictoral smiled, "I sorta have too. You should sit down." Lictoral pointed at a crude stone bench that was up against a wall. Satar walked into the ring, gesturing Luke. "our turn."
Luke walked into the ring as Lictoral left it. Luke held up his sheild defensively, "Lictoral?" Satar heaved a practice axe, "Lictoral!" Lictoral grinned, "fight."
Satar chopped overhead with his axe. Luke caught it on his shield. And lunged forth with his spear. Satar leaped back, dodging it. Luke spun, attempting to strike Satar with his spear. Satar ducked and swung his own weapon. Luke blocked it with a steady arm under his shield. Luke croutched more into a fighting stance as Satar bent his knees. Ready to spring at any moment.
Satar leap at Luke, Luke brought up his shield. Satar swung downwards while in midair. The axe landed on the shield. The force knocked Luke to the ground. Satar kicked away his spear. Suddenly the shield shot up and hit satires chin. Satar smiled as he saw Luke hop up, ready to fight. "your gonna beat me with a sheild?" Satar comment. Luke just smiled.