[b]Aikon and Andrew are standing on the frozen ice of the shores of Rosskaya, dueling.[/b] [b]Aikon spins and swings his sword at Andrew's lower left side. Andrew summersaults to the right, ducks under the on-going blade, and, now at the left of it, places his sword against it and pushes towards Aikon. Their swords cross in front of each others faces. [/b] "Henry was a great man, and a great mentor. But his death was not your fault." [b]He moves to the right, uncrossing the blades, and as Andrews sword swings down and hits the thick ice, Aikon grabs Andrews hilt and kicks him with his right foot square in the chest, sending Andrew backwards. He picks up Andrews sword and walks over to Andrew, lying on the ground. He spins Andrews blade behind his head and lays his own sword against his neck.[/b] "It was his own." [b]He retracts the sword, helps Andrew up, and spins the blade so the hilt is facing up, holding it between them.[/b] "Again." (Open)