turned like a wild cat. Caines turned instantly also and there was a flurry of blows aimed at their opponent.
Both were trying to end the contest early.
My uncle jumped back. Holding his sword in front of him.
Caines held his sword sharp side up at the side of his head, keeping the point towards my uncle.
Both my uncle and Caines had sustained slight wounds when they had passed each other, and they both had red stains growing on their cut shirts.
"What's the matter old man. Getting slower? Getting tired more easily?"
My uncle didn't bother to reply. But he was breathing harder than usual.
Caines again closed in on my uncle. There was another series of quick strokes, too quick for me to follow. I did hear something that froze my heart. I heard my uncle cry out. He jumped backwards. His left arm was hanging limply by his side. A large gash high up on his arm bled profusely.
Caines laughed. He was obviously enjoying himself. He jumped at my uncle again trying to press his advantage. My uncle tripped falling backwards onto the ground. Caines swung down at my uncle who parried his blows with great skill.
My uncle rolled then swung his legs at Caines, tripping him. My uncle tried to hit Caines while he was on the ground with him, but Caines rolled away and bounced quickly to his feet. My uncle too rolled away and tried to get up as quick as he could.
Caines seeing he had a split second advantage, lunged forward, plunging his sword through my uncles thigh, out through his rear. My uncle fell to the ground. Caines pulled his sword out. My uncle weakly tried to defend himself.
Caines knocked the sword out of my uncle's hand.
"Now old man, how does it feel being in opposite positions?"
"I can assure you Caines, that I do not feel humiliated."
My uncle tried to sit up. Caines kicked him down again.
"No. No? Groveling in the dirt, with no chance of escape?"   
Caines then stooped down and grabbed my uncles hair, pushing my uncle's face close to the ground.
I wanted to do something. This was torture. Watching my uncle on the ground, with a mad man over him. I wanted to do anything to help my uncle. I gripped my ax tighter, but now more than ever I heard his words burning in my ears. Relax. Do not move. Your survival depends on it.
Caines let go of my uncle and stood over him.
My uncle was weakening by the moment. His blood covered the ground in a growing pool.
"This is so sweet seeing you like this."
"Caines, this is no victory," my uncle said weakly.
"You're right. This is pay back time. I bet you wish you had killed me when you had the chance."
My uncle sadly shook his head, while looking at