Galliard's eyes flashed out a look of joy, he raised his rapier, and their blades met.
To the clash of their meeting came an echoing clash from beyond the table.
"Hold, sir!" Kenneth had cried, as Gregory bore down upon him.

But Gregory's answer had been a lunge which the boy had been forced to parry.

Taking that crossing of blades for a sign of opposition, Gregory thrust again more viciously.

Kenneth parried narrowly, his blade pointing straight at his aggressor.

He saw the opening, and both instinct and the desire to repel Gregory's onslaught drew him into attempting a riposte, which drove Gregory back until his shoulders touched the panels of the wall.