"Well shoot guess you know your way around a sword." Willson says watching Errna walk off. "Guess it's you and me."

Willson picks up a similar sword and wooden shield squaring up with Clint. He raises the shield up to just bellow his eyes, in an effective stance overlaying the flat of his sword with the top of his shield, slowly inching forward one calculated step at a time.

Clint smoothly bends down to pick up the handaxe under his foot and in one spinning motion lets it loose towards Wilson's head.

The handaxe even dull embeds itself into the raised shield. When Willson quickly lowers the shield Clint's back can be seen running in the opposite direction. Willson slightly confused pursues Clint for the man to pause for second time to reach down, turn, and loose the other forgotten handaxe.

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'What Tomfoolery is this?' Willson thought side stepping and breaking plane with the spinning projectile and again, Clint's backside is seen again.

Clint ends up on his side of the training room drawing a shield himself from one of the wall mounted racks. Clint pivots in place and squares himself up with Willson in his own stance.

Willson takes a moment himself to reflect on what just happened. "That... sneaky bugger..."

Clint didn't let the moment last and quickly strides across the room to close the distance.

Clint thrusts ahead to be parried by Wilson's shield taking the brunt with a thud to the middle.

Willson pushes the blade aside delivering his own cut to be intercepted by Clint's shield.

Clint and Wilson traded blows evenly for a few rounds neither exhausting, neither decisively getting any hits or cuts in. Clint could tell he was stronger then the other man, but when he pressed his advantage Willson would parry, deflecting his sword away and counter attack with efficient strikes of his own. Clint didn’t think this was getting anywhere anytime soon.