Jasmine prevails!

Almost immediately, it can be seen just how even the skills and abilities of both Jasmine and Ezilund are. If Cesar's speed and agility had cancelled out Jasmine's strength and power, then it was Ezilund's bigger size and power, even in his full plate armor, that was cancelling out Jasmine's own speed and agility. Whenever Jasmine tried to close within the swinging range of her flamberge, Ezilund used the superior reach of his greatsword to keep her away. On the other hand, whenever Ezilund tried for one of those big swings, Jasmine would roll away from it.

Jasmine found an opening when Ezilund went for an spinning slice, rolling away from the swing, then closed in fast, giving him a shoulder block that knocked him down, and knocked the greatsword out of his hands. But as she went for a big stab to the ground, where he was, Ezilund rolled away, then got up, and did a leg sweep on Jasmine, knocking her to the ground, and knocking her flamberge out of her hands in the tumble. Ezilund ran as fast as he could, kicking away her flamberge, then went for a big stomp, forcing her to roll away.

Now she got up, and grabbed her maul, while Ezilund scrambled for the one-handed battle axes. Now the aging veteran was using the speed of his own lightweight axes to cancel out Jasmine's slow, big swing of her maul. He found an opening when he blocked an overhead strike with crossed axes, kicking her hard in the gut to knock her weapon away. She rolled away from the first few axe chops, tripping him up, so that she could get up, and grab her broadswords. As she did that, Ezilund tossed one of the axes at her, just missing her, as she dodged away. She rushed at him as he scrambled for his bardiche, and just when she got close enough for a strike, he gutted her with the blunt end of the bardiche. She saw him go for a shoulder block to get distance for the blade of his bardiche, and she just dodged it. Ezilund went for a backhand swing of the big weapon, but Jasmine found enough of an opening to land a couple of shots--one on the thigh, and another on the arm.

Ezilund was **** to drop the bardiche as her broadsword strikes hit home, drawing some blood. So he grabbed his longsword, and deflected her broadsword attacks, while he grabbed his shield. Using that shield, he bashed her hard with it, making her tumble back, and drop her broadswords. She could feel blood starting to come out of her nose, hindering her ability to breathe. Now she was on the defensive, evading his longsword strikes, and grabbed her maul again. She dodged some more, swinging her maul with all her might. Her first hit slammed hard against his shield, knocking him back, but now down. The next one she was able to land hit home on the sides. The reverberating impact shattering a few of his ribs, and he didn't have time to dodge her third strike, which landed hard on his shield arm. With that arm now broken, he was **** to drop the shield, but he still had his sword arm. He managed to find an opening in her next attack with the maul, slicing through a part of her calf.

Now it was Jasmine's turn to reel back, as she felt the gush of blood on her sliced calf. Hobbled, she went for her broadsword, but Ezilund was able to tackle her down. Using his superior weight, he worked to pin her down, then used his good hand to land a few hard punches to her face. Then he positioned his longsword to pierce her heart, but in desperation, Jasmine punched the spot where she had broken his other arm, while her other hand grabbed his good wrist, and squeezed hard while she turned the sword away. A few headbutts followed to knock him back, and she scrambled away, hobbled by the deep cut on her calf. Ezilund managed to get up on his feet, and gripped his longsword again. He went for an overhead slash, but Jasmine turned and grabbed his own shield, blocking it. She kicked him away, and grabbed her broadsword.

A sword duel ensued, as the crowd watched on, and Cesar watched quietly. Ezilund managed to use his good shoulder to knock Jasmine back, then cut open a part of her off arm with a slash of his longsword. Jasmine screamed, and knocked him back with the shield, but the weight of it was too much for her with a cut on that arm, so she dropped it. Ezilund now swapped for his battle axe, while Jasmine scrambled for her spear. Drops of their blood was now beginning to stain the arena floor, and the crowd was anticipating the coming finish. Ezilund charged at Jasmine, ready to chop her down with his axe, but she had just enough time to grab her spear, then turn around, and block it, using the wooden shaft of her spear against the metallic hilt of the battle axe. Had it been otherwise, the blade of the axe would go right through the wooden shaft, and onto her head. Then she kicked him away, positioning her spear to keep him at a distance, despite the burning pain of her bleeding off arm.

He now tried to manipulate her position to chop off the tip of the spear, but Jasmine saw it coming, and evaded it. Then she charged in, kicking him hard in the gut, forcing him back. The weight of all that heavy armor making him stumble back more, and she carefully closed in with her spear. Ezilund barely managed to grab his longsword again, and held it defensively. Not it was a chess match to see who would find an opening first, as they exchanged jabs and feints. Jasmine found one as he saw him lunge too much with the sword, and jabbed down at his back-planting leg, impaling the back of his knee. That **** him down to his knees, as he howled in pain, but he still gripped his sword, still holding it defensively. She found the next opening, using her boot-clad foot to stop his hand down, then she stabbed him on the shoulder, forcing him to drop the sword. Now the crowd was rising, anticipating the final blow to come, as Jasmine looked down at Ezilund, repositioning her spear.

"Any last words, Lord Ezilund?" Jasmine asked him, removing her helmet. Her face was bloodied and busted from the shield and fist strikes, but it still looked feminine enough.

"Tell...my...family," he told her, "that...I...love...them...very...much. I...will...see...them...in...the...dream."

"As you wish." Jasmine replied, then with all her might, she impaled his heart on her spear to end it. Then she looked up, hearing the roar of the crowd, and the approval of the guild, just before she took a few steps, and collapsed from the blood loss and the fatigue of her final gladiatorial combat.