Dromaeus stumbled back toward the chairs, before dropping to one knee and stopping himself from breaking through the ring. Eragon was amazingly strong, the only times he had taken blows like that were when he was struck by a giants club, or a dragons tail. And neither creature could move with the speed that Eragon did. He straightened up, limping slightly from the blow to his leg. His arm was numb, and Ysgramor felt heavier than it should, so he dropped it and drew Mehrune's Razor with his left hand. Holding his sword out in front of him in a classic fencer's stance, he began to advance again. He was not as skilled in fighting without a shield, but he hoped that the extra speed would allow him to dart in and out of Eragon's reach more quickly, before he recognised the new tactic and foiled it with his superhuman speed.