Thoughts?

''Begin,'' cried the Gentleman observing the dual. One man wore a top-hat and held a saber,straight. The other man held a foil, the only weapon he owned.

''Stop now, I don't have to kill you,''whispered the man the man with the saber . He said it under his breath so that only the man across from him heard him. They were starting to circle each other . 

''No , you have dishonored me, a noble of great standing,'' replied the fool holding his head a little higher ,his first of two mistakes. 


''Very well'' said the man with the hat coldly. And he lunged .He knew he would win and he had no problem killing the man. But some other , better ,swordsmen might have a problem. The saber slashed across and nicked the other mans now extended neck .The mans hands rose to the small scratch ,his second and last mistake. The saber stabbed between the ribs and into the liver and through ,a stab done with the skill that many doctors don't have. The saber then ran across through the aorta,the stomach, and finally the spleen .It then caught on a rid and the swordsman withdrew it ,straight, from the corpse.The look on the ''Nobles''face was alien there . It was a look of surprise from a man that had never been surprised. He fell to the dirt which absorbed  the massive amount of blood. The thick circle of trees hid the two men and the corpse. The sun looked sown had the only clear view of the seen for there was not a cloud in the sky. The wondrous estate to the south now belonged to a dead man. And all because of a spilled drink.