Redtail Rise cutting

they clashed, and it was terrible.
they clashed and ancelin felt the horrendous pain down to his very marrow. his cousin's blood filled his mouth; dripped; mingled with his own.
both boys rained crushing blows against one another until relic's final gambit; ancelin's feet could keep no purchase in the red-stained and churned snow, the mud; his gangly limbs tangled and dumped him to the ground.
and though he growled, the boy at last lay stiffly still in acceptance of his loss.
ancelin bearclaw had gained no manhood today, and in front of lilia!
his only comfort was the racking cough of relic.