Arthur had to admit Dain was right, he couldn't win this fight. Age had robbed him of what he once had. Years ago, it would've been a different battle. But conventional victory wasn't his goal.
He'd lived a long life and, despite all his strength, had failed to protect his brother and family. But now he had a chance. He just needed to survive long enough to make Dain show his full hand, even if the effort killed him.
He was going to die anyway, so he just needed to create a big enough opening. When his successor inherited his memories, they could pass the knowledge to Scar and help him defeat the bastard.
Fists met fists, the destruction in their wake testifying to their resolve. But Arthur was suffering badly. His attacks weren't ordinary, strikes powerful enough to collapse a mountain, yet Dain handled them with one hand.
