Kane violently pushed his spear to Henry's neck, but Henry smiled under his helmet, he then leveraged his feet against his horse's torso, and did a somersault in the air like a slack cat. What Kane planned to be his last blow only passed through empty space. The heavy momentum caused him to fall forward, and left him open for a counterattack.
Henry landed on his feet on the horse's saddle, and struck Kane with a powerful blow with his spear, the spear struck Kane directly in his arm, his heavy mass was thrown off his horse. Clouds of dust rose as his body rolled on the ground, and when he stopped, he glanced at Henry in disbelief with blood oozing out of his arm but he didn't so much as make a sound.
Henry looked down at him from above with his spear now pointed at Kane's throat, any foolish move would take his life immediately. Kane's expression darkened, in his entire life no one had ever defeated him in any tournament, he clenched his teeth, but Henry only smiled,
