The Combat speed up. Quick flashes of red on red as each lightsaber pounded the other. The fighting was furious, Darth Avayl held his ground and his defenses while Quillorus danced desperately to find a hole. Avayl was a man of constitute and his defensive stamina was greatly outweighed by Quillorus’ powerful attacks.
The master’s mind was capable of calculating the speed and angle of his apprentices attacks. Knowing how fast and how hard was something that saved him a lot of strength.
There came a mental point where Avayl drew the line on how long he would hold his defenses before turning on the offensive. That point came when he saw a faint trickle of fatigue betray Quillorus. It was written on his face, if you could catch it.
Darth Avayl snapped into a greater speed of action. His lightsaber moving at blinding speeds. Quillorus was barely able to block his upperhand attack and then his quick counter that came at a 45 degree angle from his upper right.
The Apprentice was loosing.