Close Quarters
Peter could sense his head gradually recovering from his wounds, and he rose to his feet, drawing his sword while General Firoh maintained his gaze. Despite numerous attempts, he found himself consistently thwarted in his efforts to strike Peter. He didn't seem to be filled with rage, however. He simply needed to repeat the action, yet this time, silence prevailed, with only the victorious battle echoing. "You were simply itching to employ that maneuver, weren't you?" he whispered.
“Oh, I suppose one could make that argument,” Peter groaned. "Not quite in the manner you might assume."General Firoh let out a hearty chuckle. And so, they collided. Peter was always on his toes, constantly trying to outsmart General Firoh's attacks.