OOC: :rmage: DUN DUN DUNNNN!

OOC: I'm guessing that he grabbed me with one hand, the other still holding the sword. Tell me if I'm wrong and I'll change it up a bit.

On the brink of death, Samuel had no choice of what to do. He wasn't strong enough to pry Janus's hand away, and his speed couldn't help him now, so he had only one decision that he saw.

Samuel jabbed the knife in deeper, hoping that Janus would loosen or even let go of his grip.

OOC: No, I said he lost his grip on the sword, so I thought it meant he had dropped the sword and was now using both hands.

Janus felt the pain of the knife bite deeper, but his adrenaline was pumping, and his rage was in control of his actions now, so the pain seemed so far away right now. A crazed, half sane look entered his eyes as he said, "Thought you were so clever, eh moogle? Well, all you clever tricks end now! Everything... ends... now!" He shook the moogle harder as the pain kept increasing as the moogle's knife went deeper into his arm, but his grip didn't loosen.

OOC: I sense a win coming up...

Samuel struggled as his death grew nearer. He panicked. As quickly as he could, he pulled out the knife, probably causing even more pain, and threw it straight at Janus's face.

OOC: You can't say that adrenaline kept you from feeling that!

OOC: Umm... Maybe?

Janus, totally focused on killing the moogle who was at point blank range, had no reaction time to the knife. It didn't have enough range for a proper throw, but the knife still took a hunk out of his cheek, leaving a nasty bleeding wound and making blood stream down half his face. He finally threw the moogle away as hard as he could in fury, but even though the pain had been quick and horrible, he reached down for his great sword, and began to stagger towards the moogle, intent on finishing him off.

OOC: I see no way of choosing a winner, since your both half dead, and it's a tournement, not a fight to the death...

OOC: Maybe in classic cliche fashion, we should each unleash one last attack, hit each other at the same time, and both go unconscious, ending with a draw?

OOC: Ugh... I can already tell this tourney RP is screwed...

OOC: Ya, this battle does sound like it'll end that way anyway.