There may not be much difference in their skill, but that slight difference favors Enjolras; his speed counts for more in this than Bahorel's strength.

It's a difference that would have grown if they'd both lived on in Paris; there are more than ten years between them, and the balance of time would have been bound to start showing-- and it would have favored Enjolras, too. But here in Milliways there's only their skill to fall back on.

It's enough to give Enjolras this match; a blow to Bahorel's wrist that forces him to drop his own cane, and another to his knees sends him sprawling. He's back up a moment later, laughing with exhilaration, but the match is over.

He waves to Harry. "Taking on the winner?"