Rowan looked to be gaining ground in the fight. His strikes were being blocked, but each time the two wooden swords clashed, Jamukha winced in pain. Rowan was sure the Amon'tyr was finished, when out of the blue Jamukha ducked under the strike meant for his head and rolled behind him, landing a blow to his knee. Kneeling on the ground, Rowan smiled once more. His attacks had weakened Jamukha, that much was obvious. The pain of blocking had significantly lowered his own striking power, so the blow to Rowan's knee was not half as bad as it should have been. Taking advantage of the lessened impact, Rowan decided to feign weakness while allowing Jamuhka to create an opening he could exploit. After all, he was still at the disadvantage of having his foe at his back.
"A loud bark is useless without the teeth to back it up." he heard the Amon'tyr say from behind him. At that moment, Rowan dropped to both knees, ducking slightly to make the target smaller for his opponent, and spinning in the dirt, sent a wicked slash towards Jamukha's lower dominant side. The blow struck true, and Rowan rose to his feet just as Jamukha recoiled in pain. A swift and powerful kick to his chest, and Jamukha was belly up in the dirt. Once more, Rowan spun his wooden sword in his hand before pointing it down at the boy's throat.
"My teeth are long and sharp, my friend." He tossed the sword lightly into the air, grabbing the hilt so that the blade faced the dirt before kneeling, stabbing the ground for stability and reaching a hand to help Jamukha to his feet. It was an honorable fight, and Rowan felt a great deal of respect for such a ferocious fighter. Besides, the friends he made in practice might just be the ones to save his life on the sands.
"As long and sharp as yours."