His fight with Redlin was short.

The older man was not much used to fighting, and was somewhat out of shape; but he refused to call.

He stood, leaned on his sword, panting, blood falling to the ground.

Nova pointed his sword at him.

" You will lose," he said. " Why do you continue to fight?"

Redlin heaved himself off his sword, and shifted his stance. He raised his blade.

" I got a girl back home worth fighting for," he said.