Inggharudube was quire amused at Skalach's curse because he kicked at him. Did he think this fight would be all about honour and by the book? What he did have to give the man credit for was his footwork and spacial awareness. Inggharudube couldn't back the man into a corner, clearly Skalach recognized the tactic and kept side stepping. What he didn't notice however was Ferghas lurking in the corner.
By this point he had a fair measure of Skalach's skill and knew he could take the man down but most likely by wearing him down till Skalach made a mistake. Inggharudube practiced his swordmanship every day and knew his stamina could keep him fighting for quite some time. The longer they fought however the more chance somebody will hear the noise and come investigate and the last thing they needed was Skalach's buddies deciding to jump into the fight.
Ferghas however had the brains to just tip the odds a little more in Inggharudube's favour with a well placed foot causing Skalach to trip. Inggharudube pressed his advantage and gave him a good kick then closed in enough to stomp on Skalach's sword arm as he tried to reach for it. He followed it up with pointing his sword at the man's throat.
"Surrender or die, your choice," Inggharudube said flatly. If he was a man more given to quips he could point out he must have forgot to metnion he wasn't alone or something else clever. Instead he just looked at the man with the eyes of a predator, more than willing to finish him if he didn't surrender.ooc: no worries about it being short