There's nothing like a swift punch to the nose to make you come to a screeching halt. Alayre lets out a pained gasp as he tries to stop his nose from leaking crimson. He wouldn't be so injured if he hadn't literally charged right into that jab. Taashath nailed him perfectly like a hammer to the face. Alayre is actually having difficulties breathing now and with good reason since Taashath indeed broke his nose.

"Y-You thrashed me quite good!" Alayre lets out an agonized laugh as he drops to his knee. "A little too good but I'll live." He'll live, of course. However, this duel has met it's end. The Templar stabs his swords into the ground and forgets them as he tries to ease the pain with little avail.