Diana vs Jason

Their swords clashed, the sound of steel against steel ringing off the hillside.  Diana felt the force of the blow all the way up her arm.  He was strong and he knew how to use his weight.
They drew apart, blades sparking.  He attacked and Diana parried, spinning left, keeping her shield up as he made a fresh jab at her ribs.  Strong, she noted, but also used to being the strongest player on the field.  He slammed his shield into hers, expecting her to fall back.  Instead, she shoved, sending him flying.
He crashed into the side of one of the trucks but was back on his feet in the blink of an eye.  He shook off the pain of the impact and smiled.  “The soldiers I am going to build from your blood.”
Not if Theo can help it, she thought as Jason rushed at her, his sword glinting like a flash of lightning in a bank of clouds.  He moved in a flurry, swiping and thrusting, driving her backward.  She shifted her weight, returning each blow.
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“You’re fast,” she noted.
Jason smiled, and the dimple that had charmed her so easily appeared.  “You’re not just fighting me,” he said, his breathing even.  “You’re fighting the warriors who defeated the Amazons.  Achilles, who bested Penthesilea.  Telamon, who brought low Melanippe.  Hercules, who defeated Hippolyta.”
She hated hearing her sisters’ names, her mother’s name on his lips.
Diana raised a brow.  “A wise warrior learns from her mistakes.”  She adjusted her stance.  “And you’re forgetting who taught me to fight.”
She brought her sword down in a furious arc.  Jason raised his shield to block the blow but stumbled.  Diana kicked out with her right foot, driving her heel into his solar plexus and knocking the wind from his lungs.
This time he did not rise so quickly.  She descended on him with every bit of skill she’d learned, the echo of her sister’ teachings reverberating through her movements, the lessons they’d learned and passed down to her.
Jason returned the blows, but his movements had slowed.  He was still feeling the force of her kick, struggling to catch his breath.  She slashed and he pivoted right, avoiding the strike, but she’d never intended to make contact.  She checked her attack, changing direction, and brought her blade down in a swipe against his shield arm.  He hissed as blood bloomed along his skin.  She took the opening and brought the hilt of her sword down swiftly on his shield, knocking it free of his hand.  It hit the ground with a dull clang.
Diana changed her grip and swept her blade right, batting his sword away.