"Point goes to Angelica Deforest."

"14:14-" muttered Aifric quietly and Arnaldo silently nodded, a single bead of sweat rolling down the side of his head.

If the tension was high before, then now it was almost unbearable.

No one was clapping anymore after either fencer scored a point over the other.

They just stared silently, quietly awaiting whatever will happen next and, most importantly, who shall emerge victorious in this gruesome battle of attrition ...