The Gladiator

Using all your arm muscles, you attempt to throw up your sheild in defense. But the metal sheild is too heavy and slow -you only get it half way up. Velkadin's sword chinks the very top of your sheild and the blade flies off in a different direction - toward your face.Unable to get out of the way in time, the tip of Velkadin's sword grazes your jaw. You feel the hot blood oozing down your neck. 'That's gonna leave a scar.' you think dismally. Velkadin lowers his sword slowly.
"You lose." he says with a smirk.