Jared landed lightly, his stance composed and unwavering.
With a calm gaze, he turned to Rostam and asked, "Do you still have the strength to continue?"
Rostam clenched his fists, resentment flickering in his eyes. Yet, he knew all too well the chasm that separated his strength from Jared's.
Taking a deep breath, he sheathed his sword and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect. "Jared, your strength is undeniable. I admire your skill. Today, I was outmatched. In this duel, I admit defeat."
With that, he turned and rejoined the remaining seven swordsmen.
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