Firo can't get his sword out of the way of Hector's, so he's forced to deal with that pressure. He briefly reflects that he should be grateful Hector's not just flicking the weapon out of his hands--though he doesn't doubt he could. Firo presses down, trying to show that he can fight Hector's strength.

The swings begin to force him back as he blocks them. Much to his shame, he can't parry like he would if they were using knives or their hands, so he's forced to block, his arms getting a little more tired with each clash of swords.

He does notice Hector's interesting choice of footwear... Firo doesn't know if his idea is quite allowed in this arena, but hopefully Hector won't be too mad by what Firo's about to try. It's a big risk, too, so Firo hopes Hector won't take his head off. Quick as he can, he sinks to the ground, holding his sword above his head to try and block. As he reaches the ground, he tries to sweep Hector's heels with his leg.

[Ooc: Sorry for taking so long!]