WARNING: fight scene may seem repetitive but that is how I view it in the game, unless it is a really tough 1-v-1 battle.
Chapter 4
"Alright, I won't use magic on you because I don't think you'll be able to stand up to both magic and blade," said the young man on the other side of the field. "although, if you can use any magic, feel free to do so."
The Dragonborn asked about actual blades anyway.
"Bring your sword here and I'll make sure you don't cut yourselves to ribbons." said Eragon from the sidelines.
The Dragonborn walked over and handed Eragon his blade.
"gëuloth du knifr" muttered Eragon.
Eragon ran his finger over both edges of the blade as red sparks ran down it.
"Here, this should be safer now."
The Dragonborn thanked him and readied himself; shield up and sword held firmly.
The man on the other side ran forward with a battle cry. The Dragonborn swung his sword on an intercept course which clanged loudly against the blade. Locked there, they growled at each other, waiting for the right moment to pull away. The Dragonborn pulled away unexpectedly and the man fell forwards and the Dragonborn held the point of his sword just above the man's neck.
"Victory goes to the Dragonborn!" announced Eragon.
The next few rounds in which the Dragonborn participated in ended in pretty much the same way: the Dragonborn standing over his opponent holding his sword above a vital area. The second tier of fights had begun, the winning dwarves and humans against Urgals and elves and magic was permitted. The Dragonborn was up against an Urgal. She was almost seven feet tall and holding a mace in each hand. The Dragonborn, sensing that this opponent would not be as easy to defeat as his previous opponents, attacked first, striking hard and fast. The Urgal was also fast and managed to counter most of his blows, however those he got in were not powerful enough to defeat the resilient Urgal. She swung with her maces and one hit the Dragonborn on the side of the head, causing his helmet to ring loudly and his head hurt badly. Gathering the last of his focus, he rushed forward, bringing his shield up and feinted a shield bash to the face while slashing at her knees. She went falling down backwards, maces falling out of her hands and the Dragonborn stood there, breathing heavily. The Dragonborn was announced the winner and sat on the sidelines. An elf came up beside him.
"You fight well,"
The Dragonborn muttered thanks
"For a human." continued the elf smugly.
The Dragonborn was too tired to make a remark and focused his magicka and casted 'close wounds' to heal himself. The elf frowned and asked
"What kind of strange magic is that? Surely you do not know how to use the Ancient Language?"
The Dragonborn smiled smugly and remained silent. The elf frowned and went off to prepare for his next fight.
