Clint drew from his physical reserves surging forward binding Wilson's shield with his own and shoved the man back a few steps using his strength to his advantage.

Clint tried again isolating Wilson shield then sending a kick towards Wilson's calf tripping the man to his back.

The Younger Buck capitalized on the opportunity and began raining down cuts. With the advantage of leverage, Willson couldn't do anything, but defend. Crack! Crack! Crack!

And on the fourth hit, "Raaaaahhh!" Clint cleaves the shield splitting it down the weaken middle caused by the handaxe and relentless assault. The shield parts, but Clint is thrown off balance for hurling his full weight into the repeated swings.

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Willson instinctively draws from his own physical reserves rolling out of the way into a stand and begins to wildly swing. With non of his usual finesse, he bats away Clint's sword strike to meet again with Clint's indomitable shield. Clang! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Clint raising his shield, parries Wilson's sword out of line, and raises the tip of his sword stopping just short of pressing past Wilson's tunic located at his heart. The two men heave at the chest frozen in place catching their breaths.

William relaxes his posture dropping his guard, standing tall. Clint follows suit bringing the sword and shield to his sides.

"It seems I have been bested."

"It was just luck." Clint looks at the discarded shield halves.

"Or maybe I'm getting past my prime. I am getting old, heh." Williams jokes self deprecatingly. "You young-ens are getting more talented by the year."