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He lunged toward his opponent, leveling and thrusting his saber as his opponent did the same. He was slightly late but somehow by some miracle his opponent's sword bounced off air and though it hit him no light went off. His blade however struck true. His thrust hit his opponent on the belly bending when it struck the gray fencing jacket. The beep of the scoring machine cut through the sound of the other out happening to his right the clang of steel coming from there. The judge shouted, “5-4 bout!” and the fencer took off his sweaty helmet which was made out of heavy added cloth and a wire mesh in order to protect his face; his opponent had the same helmet both him and his opponent saluted the judge then each other.

After they had both sat down two new fencers came up to the strip and the judge started a bout. These fencers were more refined than the previous ones. Their attacks flowed into one another, their parries and dodges much the same. The sounds of metal on metal filled the room as the bout went on. The first point was scored by the one on the left as his straight attack had turned into a feint part way through. The gamble had worked for him. The risk was that if the other fencer had noticed this he would have been able to do a straight attack which would go

faster and be an attack on preparation.

The bout continued and went normally, that being it slowly lost its grace and gained desperation as one side strained to pull ahead but the fencer of the left did not waver and eventually won the bout.

After all the respects were paid the fencer from before put on his helmet and went to the machine. He connected his suit to it and got ready for the next bout to begin. Initially the both went well he climbed ahead to three points with his opponent at two. After numerous parries, dodges, thrusts, slashes and lunges the score was 4-4 the match point for both of them. The bout started with him doing an advance lunge and then a thrust at his opponent. His opponent jumped back and avoided the thrust and took initiative, knocking his blade aside and swinging for his ribs. He parried the slash with a parry on his right his sword but from the power of the slash. He took a step back to recover from the exchange and then prepared to go back in. He lunged, feinting a thrust but switched mid-lunge to a slash and his opponent barely danced back in time. His opponent launched an attack at him and hit him on the shoulder. Nothing happened. There was no beep or light on the machine so the bout kept going but he stumbled back, confused. His opponent used the opportunity to rush in and a light popped on announcing with its color, a bright red that he had been defeated.