As soon as he felt himself break free, Artemis bolted for the roller coaster, aiming to go after his vampiric dagger and use it to steal the life force of his opponent, and channel it into himself. As he ran, his breath was haggard and with every step he took, his broken elbow throbbed and sent a shooting pain up through his entire arm that even his adrenaline couldn't block out. Swallowing the nausea that came with every bit of pain, Artemis stopped at the base of the roller coaster and, gritting his teeth, grabbed his broken arm and set it himself. A scream escaped his lips as the bone righted itself in his arm and excruciating pain caused him to sway on the spot for a moment.
When the blackness subsided, Artemis tapped into the power of the emerald ring that sat on his finger, using one of its three charges, and sending all of the healing energy into his arm, not using any on his fatigue or his cracked ribs. He knew that against an opponent of such strength, he would need both arms. Just to block Richard's blows took a massive amount of strength. The pain in his arm diminished into a small ache as the bone knitted itself together. It wasn't completely healed, at best he would only be able to double handed block 6 more shots before it re-broke on him.
His arm taken care of, Artemis moved onto his next problem, how to get the dagger from the moving cart. It's speed was far too quick for Artemis to simply reach out and grab the dagger from the cart, and, taking a quick glance at the controls, they looked far too complicated for him to figure out. It was during Artemis's pondering that the elven daggers thrown by Richard reached Artemis. Most missed him, seeing as how he hadn't seen them coming and hadn't bothered to attempt to dodge them. Two of the daggers found their marks.
The first dagger buried itself into his hamstring, sending him forward with the impact and causing his arms to flail as he fell forward. As his hands flailed, the second dagger pierced the hand on Artemis's previously broken left arm with enough force to strike through the other side and amazingly, pin itself into the top of the passing roller coaster car, which cleanly ripped the dagger right out of his hand.
Artemis cried out in pain once more as blood flowed freely from his hand and then the scream came. That horrible scream of his opponent's blade, of the banshee that had made his life hell for months. Artemis felt his mind go completely blank, the pain of his body and the memory of the banshee overwhelming him to the point where he had to draw within himself, or else go completely and utterly insane. As he fell back into the memory of his battle with the banshee, the carnival around him disappeared and his opponent transformed from the snarling, deadly, elder warrior that he was to the terrible undead maiden who had tormented him.
Artemis was pulled back into reality with his opponent's first swing. The strike wasn't necessarily aimed at him, but instead rang ominously as the sharp edges of each warrior's blade clashed against the others. Had Richard aimed for his neck instead of his blade, Artemis felt sure that he would have been standing here without a head. Artemis noticed the dagger sticking out of his opponent's side and pulled up his sword and blocked as best as he could with one arm, attempting to dodge as much as was possible. When none of the attacks seemed aimed at him, Artemis became suspicious. While blocking his opponents strikes, Artemis caught a glance of his blade and noticed the deep notches in it. Cursing to himself as his opponent's plan revealed itself to him, Artemis thought quickly.
His sword was nearing the point where the blade would break off. A five year old child could tell that that would be a problem he had no answer to. While fighting, Artemis heard the rocketing of the cart from the roller coaster behind him and came up with a desperate plan. Releasing the chain from the bottom of his blade once more, Artemis winced as he grabbed at it with his cut hand, still using the blade to block the clearly superior sword, understanding that if he moved to the flat of his blade, one swing would shear the blade completely, and that wasn't what he wanted, not yet anyway.
As the roller coaster cart got close, Artemis put his plan into action. Switching to a flat bladed block, Artemis heard the ring of steel as the superior blades of his opponent sheared through his own sword. As it did so, Artemis knew that his opponent's sword, and more importantly, the wicked metal claws that were attached to his hands, would slow to a speed that he could catch. Swinging the chain around, he brought it down right as the blade broke, hoping to tie up the claws on his opponent's hand. Timing it perfectly, Artemis spun and rammed what was left of his blade into the side of the roller coaster, promptly letting go of it and placing his arms on the ground to support his injured hamstring, as he aimed a powerful back kick towards the dagger that was pushed into the wound in his opponent's side. If the chain had caught his opponent, Artemis knew there were two things that could happen; either his opponent would be half disarmed, or even lose an arm if he wasn't fast enough, or the cart would be pulled to a stop and off the tracks by his opponents immense strength.