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Tevruden had chosen this spot for a reason. Every time they had sparred over the past couple of weeks, Ro’liath had been unhooking the straps on Tevruden’s armor. At first, Tevruden thought it was just to disrupt the flow of magic through his armor, but given the conversation they had during the last match, it seemed like Ro had other ideas about how they should be fighting.

Getting Ro’liath’s left gauntlet off was easy. He only managed to lose one of his legplates for that. The right one was a little bit more difficult. The real skill had come in getting the other death knight to slam both of them into the cabinet where he had kept the saronite shackles he had ‘borrowed’ from Feiyn (She wouldn’t miss them right now anyway, he had just recently thwarted one of her attempts to get them on him about half-way through.) Tevruden had chosen this spot for a reason.

Using the brief amount of confusion after they landed in the shattered remains of the cabinet, Tevruden slipped the shackles on to his sparring partner. They made disarming Ro’liath altogether easy.

With his opponent disabled, he set into motion the rest of his plan. Tevruden leaned in close, and whispered as he staeted removing the rest of Ro’liath’s armor. “You may have started this Ro’liath, but I am going to finish it.”

Ro’liath grunted as he slammed fists first into the cabinet, his disorient as glass cut the knuckles of his left hand just long enough to be shackled. A small grin tugged at his lips as Tevruden leaned over him, unbuckling the rest of his armor.

“Big words, Tev.” He panted out, glancing over his shoulder at the other, “You’ve got my hands but I’m not about to roll over and give up.” With that Ro’liath shoved his shoulder back against the knight that trapped him, giving himself just enough room to duck out of Tevruden’s grasp. 

He hopped on the balls of his feet, not minding he was in nothing but his greaves, “Come on, I can still take ya’!” He held his fists up, the chains on his wrists clanking with his movements.

Tevruden had been ready for this. Feiyn had had the foresight to make two pairs of shackles, and he had the second pair already in hand. Wordlessly, Tevruden tackles the other death knight attempting to knock him over and attach the shackles to Ro’laith’s legs.