Dodging, to the left first and then the right, then leaping above and crouching below and feinting forward and finally -
Jab! I aimed for his ribs but he was too fast and I only grazed his arm. I felt my palms sweating, so I gripped the dagger more tightly. He was out of reach now, and he looked as tired as I felt. We both took a moment to catch our breath.