Orren was annoyed by it all but it helped to build his hostility towards his young opponent. "I like watching grown men like you and Manguino throwing little tantrums of temper. What is interesting is that these tantrums affect the entire state; where, to relieve your own tension, you have innocent men, women and children murdered." Boyce stopped for a moment, watching Orren's reaction to what he had said and saw that he was irritating him. "You and my uncle put my mansion under siege and yet we left Halls alone. We could've destroyed Halls before this war even began!" Orren interrupted Boyce's momentum by showing his hostile nature. "You did have Halls under siege!" hollered Orren. "That friend of your, that Bestenese, Bartlett ... he had come into Halls and had brutally murdered the ArchBishop's wife and son. That is why I must kill you. I have to avenge their deaths for him as I have avenged the death of my father, Cardinal Allen, by killing his murderer!" He pointed down the road towards the Blue Mansion and the pole with Lloyd's head on it. "You prepare yourself to die, then!" announced Boyce. "I have to avenge deaths, as well. I must avenge the deaths of Brook and Dearborne and my friend, Lloyd!" He threw his cross bow to the ground and drew his sabre from its scabbard. "Senseless bloodshed is not the way to fight a war, Cardinal Orren. Battle, like this, can be the only way!" They circled around one another, their eyes locked together in an icy stare. "I take a different view, young Scullion-Blue!" blurted Orren. "I know -- so much is the shame!" replied Boyce just as Orren swung his sword down at him. Boyce caught the attack with his sabre and he spun around deflecting Orren's sword out and away from him. Orren momentarily lost his balance but regained it in time to defend himself against Boyce's attack. They moved around a large area while they brandished their blades at one another. Boyce's men watched-on in worry and with heated excitement, many of them twitching and grinding their teeth with each whiz and clang of the blades. The coenobite army watched-on also but they didn't display concern for Orren. Each man's face was expressionless, and they made no movements throughout the fight. "You fight well!" Orren complimented Boyce. "Thank-you ..." Boyce grunted. " ... and you fight, like a pregnant old woman!" He hurled his sabre horizontally at Orren, but Orren came down on it sending the end to the ground and slashed-out at Boyce. Boyce lurched back in pain. The armour plating on his chest had a large gash in it and blood was spurting out from the cut. "You will soon die, Boyce. Be still and I will end it painlessly!' Orren offered to him. They stood there gasping for air, hunched over a little as they just stared at one another. "So long as I have breath, I shall fight you!" Boyce promised to his opponent. "Suitable!" Orren agreed. Orren stepped closer and lunged at Boyce.