William and Nasr danced with their swords. Nasr knew his arm was his weakness and tried to lead William around into attacking his left side. Despite this, the old general had his reputation for a reason. He dodged past attacks and deflected Nasr's blade to open his right. William could see Nasr was getting tired but he also was. His breathing was heavy and he knew the wound to his chest was something he couldn't leave unattended for too long.
William thought. His mind ran like a computer trying to find the right way to attack Nasr. He may have never been on the battlefield much in his life, but he was still someone who grew up as a Prince. He received the best training in swordsmanship that could be bought.
