Michael led his men through the centre of the camp a second time. His eye focused intensely on William and his men ahead. It was getting dangerous to stay any longer, but Michael had to know and be sure about his enemy's strength. The two locked eyes again from a distance, and like they were dancing, subtly repositioned themselves.
With emotionless expressions, the space between the two closed. 50 meters, 30 meters, 20, 15, 10. Michael's arms tensed, and he swung his sword in a perfect arch. William watched without blinking. He watched Michael's body, how he swung his sword, and looked at his horse.
When the space between the two was minimal, he swung his spear, predicting where the attack would come from. The long metal shaft collided with the heavy steel sword, and it sounded like an explosion to the two. Michael's sword bounced back, and William didn't hesitate. Pulling the spear back, he stabbed forward, directly into the back of Michael's horse.
