James was tripped, and to prevent his falling, he planted his sword in the ground. Falling forward, he kicked out, to hit nothing but empty air.

"Kupo! This armor...gah..." James called out. Unclasping his chest piece, he tossed it aside, then removed his greaves and boots. Tossing those aside, he turned to pick up the discarded shield.

"No use with armor if I am too slow to reach you." James called out. His shield arm was still weak, but he thought it might be a good idea to risk it. His stamina was already on the fritz, as he had to lug that heavy armor around. His opponent was playing smart; leaving James to run around, he could easily keep on his defence, keeping his energy remaining. "You fight well, I must admit."