Feyd did not give Paul a moment to rest as he immediately stepped forward.
He threw a fast moving punch towards Paul, who did not react to the attack.
His eyes glanced towards Feyd's hand and noticed the blade slowly moving towards his body.
'A Feint' Paul thought to himself, but he did not retreat. He stepped forward raising his left leg he landed a kick on Feyd's chest, pushing him a few steps back.
Paul didn't pause for a moment as he took a few steps forward.
Bending down, he grasped towards Feyd's leg, grabbing hold of it, and Paul yanked hard, causing Feyd to slip to the ground.
But just as he was about to slam onto the ground, he caught himself.
Paul moved quickly as he stood up, but Feyd was quicker as he swept his leg at Paul's feet.
Feyd's leg sweep caught Paul's ankle, and his footing broke for a moment.
Feyd at this moment, was already rising off the ground, his blade angled low as he drove it upward slowly.
The shield around Paul's midsection flared yellow.
Paul twisted his body, the blade grazing past him as he grabbed Feyd's forearm with his free hand and drove his elbow into Feyd's jaw.
But Feyd barely moved.
'He barely felt that...' Paul thought as he stepped back.
The Hall watched in silence as this battle took place in silence.
Feyd closed the distance again, faster this time.
Their blades locked, faces close, each pressing against the other's strength.
Paul could feel his arms straining.
Feyd said nothing, his eyes cold and patient, like a man who had done this a hundred times.
Paul broke the lock first, stepping sideways.
Feyd's blade followed immediately, slow and deliberate, searching for the gap in his shield.
The yellow flared again.
'Too close!' Paul thought to himself as he took a few steps away from Feyd.
Feyd's eyes were sharp as he looked at Paul.
A moment of silence between them stretched.
Feyd's hand moved as he deactivated his Shield. Grasping his shield belt, he threw it away to the side.
"Shields... are boring," Feyd said.
''This is bad...' Paul thought to himself, but he stood up with his back straight.
He grabbed his shield belt and threw it away as well.
"The chances of Duke Paul winning seem thin..." Thufir muttered.
Duncan, who was standing to the side of THufir, heard him but did not immediately respond.
His eyes were fixed on Paul.
"I believe him..." Duncan muttered as he saw Paul sprint towards Feyd, whose eyes widened for a moment.
Sera watched Paul in silence, her eyes sharp, observing him.
'He is either very confident or he does not care if he lives through this.' She thought to herself as she kept watching.
'Is he a fool?' the thought crossed Feyd's mind as Paul had approached him.
Slashing his sword out towards Feyd's neck, Feyd quickly countered it, moving the sword to the side, and he threw out a punch that landed squarely on Paul's waist.
Paul felt a heavy thump.
His ribs cracked the moment the punch impacted the side of his waist, but he didn't stop.
He quickly reacted as he lunged forward towards Feyd's chest, making him stumble a few steps back.
Paul felt his entire side burning, but he didn't let that stop him as he took a step forward and slashed at Feyd's arm, only it was a feint.
As soon as Feyd reacted to the slash, Paul's free hand moved quickly as it grabbed Feyd's other arm.
With a quick step forward, Paul twisted his arm behind Feyd.
Feyd quickly turned around, but Paul was waiting for him as he stabbed the short sword straight towards Feyd's chest.
Feyd felt his breathing quicken as he dodged to the side, but was unable to fully avoid the blade as it left a deep gash on his right shoulder.
Paul did not give him a break as he launched a kick straight to his abdomen to push him away before he could attack Paul with his sword.
Feyd, in silence, took a few steps back.
He didn't move to attack immediately.
Rather, his finger slowly moved towards his shoulder as he felt the gash on it.
Bringing his finger closer to his eyes, he saw the red blood dripping down his pale white fingers.
His eyes shifted towards Paul as he waved his hand, throwing his blood to the ground, completely unbothered about the injury.
With complete seriousness, Feyd's body language shifted.
He crouched towards the ground slightly, his hand holding the sword extending outwards.
A moment passed before Feyd launched himself towards Paul.
His legs swiftly moved as they appeared closer to Paul in a moment.
His head moved first as his hand followed behind to intercept the blade Pul had launched toward his neck.
With a sharp clang, he pushed Paul's blade away as he head butted Paul with force.
Paul's head recoiled back as a streak of blood burst from his head.
His head spinning, Paul felt his vision get slightly blurry,
'My chance' Feyd thought to himself as he swept Paul's leg causing him to slam to the ground on his back.
Without hesitation, as if he had done this a hundred times, Feyd moved arriving over Paul.
He stabbed towards Paul's chest.
In a moment of clarity, Paul moved one of his arms and using his forceps, he resisted the pressure.
The short sword was inching towards his chest.
Feyd's other leg was holding down Paul's other arm, which held his sword.
Paul gritted his teeth, his breathing was laboured as he resisted the pressure of the sword. He felt his grip over his sword weaken as the blood circulation slowed.
An odd sensation filled the right side of his body at this moment however.
It felt like crawling things, a sensation of a deep itch that could not be scratched, but Paul could not focus on that at the moment.
Using his free leg, he pushed Feyd to the side and rolled away. Slowly, he got up on his knees.