These were possibilities Jake had already considered when he realized what was happening in the ring. They were what fueled his actions now and it really only was a matter of minutes till Dirk figured out exactly what his plan was.

Jake coughed harshly at the well placed jabs that went into the softer parts of his abdomen, feeling the pain shoot up his sides. His endurance held through only till he felt the sword hilt collide with the lower end of his jaw, causing Jake to bite the edge of his tongue and spill a considerable amount of blood from his mouth. With the taste of copper in his mouth and his chin throbbing, Jake found himself loose and unable to keep Dirk from slipping out of his grip.

He panted heavily through the gurgling sounds of his still spilling blood. Shitty wound, stupid mistake, he should have expected that to happen. "Shut the hell up Strider!" Jake shouted, stealing himself a glance to the clock again. Two minutes and the audience was only now showing an interest in their performance. Something was going to happen if he didn't end this soon and that chewing sound over the loudspeaker was really grating at his nerves.

Jake pointed his pistol at the ground before Dirk's feet and shot a few rounds to force the other back. "You know by Merlins beard that isn't true!!" He voice broke with the volume it reached as he shouted over the firing rounds.