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Unbelievably Steele had guess right, he charged right toward Dosise. He was able to side step and sweep at Steele's leg in an attempt to trip him. As soon as whe did that he threw a knife on the ground causing it to skip as he ran away. "Very very lucky of you Steele."
Dosise was pretty sure he knew where Steele was he waved his hand to clear the fog and reveal him on all fours. If he knew Steele, he would charge him. He acted surprised to seal the deal.
Dosise moved his sword directly in front of the dagger's path. It hit it and fell to the floor. If he was lucky Steele would try and attack with some sort of blade. He prepared for him to meet his defensive stance.
He smiled, it was perfect. He reached out and grabbed Steele's blade. Only a dropp of blood emerged from his hand. He sweeped Steele's legs and held his sword to his throat. As he did this he made the fog come back around the two. As he looked down he remembered that he wanted to etch a fight. Steele and Kyle. "I give up!" he shouted aloud as he got of Steele and began to clear the fog.
Steele was dumbfounded. Everything happened extremely fast. One moment he's attacking, the next he was on the ground with a blade next to his throat. "What tin' god's name are ye doin' lad!?" Steele said angrily at Lord Dosise. Jack came over and lifted Steele's arm, "Winner." He said and the whole crowd of people groaned in dissapointment. They wanted to see Steele get beat up.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
"Boo you stink!" A crowd member called to Lord Dosise. Steele threw one of his daggers next to the civilian to shut him up. He grinned. "Thanks." He wasn't happy about how it happened, but he was happy he would move on. He owed Lord Dosise, that's for sure.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Lord Dosise looked back at the arena for one last moment. There had been some great fights today. He placed his necklace back on and walked out of the arena. 'Steele better not waste my gift.' he thought to himself as he headed home.