Kenway - El Tiburon Fight

In a bound I was over to the first one and punched him in the stomach with my blade hand, so that he coughed and died on the shaft. Blood beads described an arc in the night as I pulled the blade free and span to meet the attack of El Tiburón.
There was no attack, though.
Instead El Tiburón calmed the tempo of the fight, and rather than begin his attack straight away, simply stood and very casually tossed his sword from one hand to the other before addressing me with it.
Fine. At least there wouldn’t be a lot of chat during this bout.
I snarled and went forward, blades cutting half-circles in the air, hoping to daze him, disorientate him. His expression hardly changed, and with fast movements of his elbow and forearm he met my attack easily. He was concentrating on my left hand, the
hand that held the sword, and before I even realized he was doing it, my cutlass went spinning from my bloody fingers to the dirt.
My blade now. He concentrated on it, seeming to know it was new to me. Behind him more guards had gathered in the courtyard and though I couldn’t understand what they were saying it was obvious: that I was no match for El Tiburón; that my end was but a heartbeat away.
And so it proved. The last of his attacks ended with a smash of the knuckle guard across my chin, and I felt teeth loosen and my head spin as I sank, first to my knees, before pitching forward. Beneath my robes, blood sluiced my sides like sweat, and what little fight was left in me was leeched away by the pain.

Assassin’s Creed Black Flag, Chapter 31