“Wha-?” Marshall was somewhat surprised that the man had just asked him to give chase, since he‘d expected a battle. Marshall figured he indeed had little honor, thief or no, as he would no doubt be able to lose Alain in such places. But Alain still wished for a battle with this man, and as such strapped his halberd to his back, and followed into the alley where he’d seen the man run. Upon entering he couldn’t see the man anywhere. He looked around him franticly, as if the man was everywhere.
Wherever the coward is, he’s got the advantage… Both his blade and mine in a narrow path. I’ve got to-
Alain’s thoughts were cut off as he caught something moving quickly at him. But he’d noticed too late, and was sent to the ground as what he assumed to be the man knocked him down. Alain was quick to jump back up, grabbing a stone as he pushed himself up, and put his fists up a bit, hiding the rock. He guessed he was having a difficult time finding the man due to the cloak he had seen earlier, but he had no proof of that yet. He kept looking around hoping to catch a glimpse of the man before he attacked.

“Coward!” He shouted out, doubting it’d get the man to face him, but still hoping. But naught a moment later did he feel the weight of the halberd on his back simple disappear. He turned, stepping back, to see the man standing there now holding both of Alain’s weapons. Marshall had to asses the situation now, before taking any other action.
The thief’s got my halberd, which is almost useless here anyway, as well as my gladius. I’m at a serious disadvantage here. I’m fine with losing one weapon… But both? That’s insane.
“Fine. You have my weapons. You have an advantage, I’ll admit it. But.” Alain stopped there and flung the stone as best he could with minimal movement, giving the man little warning. As Marshall predicted, then man was able to dodge the stone, but it had given him a split-second to act. He shoved himself into the man, forcing them both to the ground. His hand shot out toward his gladius, but at the same time he grabbed the sheath of his gladius, the other man had done the same. They both got up, neither really pulling, both just holding. Alain attempted to kick the man’s shin, but the stranger instead kept one hand on the sheath, and twirled around to put his other hand back on it, effectively dodging the kick.

There was one thing that either of them could do now. The hilt of the sword was to the side, so that they could both grab it. Alain was fist to go for it, but made another kick just to give himself a better chance. Right as he grabbed the weapons handle he felt his leg stop. Looking at it he saw the man had grabbed it, and what would come next was predictable. He grasped the handle of his sword tighter, and braced for the impact, feeling it only a second later. The man had disappeared again, but at least Alain could fight back now.