Elise was lead out. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted Ressek. His skin was a golden brown, and he was scowling fiercely.
Elise was handed a sword. She looked at it doubtfully. No magic anywhere in the dull blade.
She murmered some words. They got stronger and stronger, flowing into the weapon like oil in a pond. Soon the blade was shining brightly. Elise muttered a shield spell in case she was called off for starting before the fight was declared.
Ressek was also handed a sword. It was of broad steel, he noted, with the plain pommel used by the peasants in tavern brawls. He clenched his teeth and threw away the sword. I fight with my body, not with steel.
The Arena master dropped a red cloth, signifying the start of battle.
The two figures advanced. Elise's lips seemed to be mouthing something. Ressek ignored it. What good were prayers in a field of hell?
He was knocked down with the force of the blow. He hit the sand with such force that heis sword struck the ground and stayed upright, vibrating.
Quick as lightning Ressek scrambled up, lashing out with his long tail. The bony nodules whipped into Elise's head, sending her reeling. Elise swiftly wheeled to the right, cutting Ressek's arm.
He cried out in pain. It was not an ordinary wound. He could feel it vibrating with magic. Ressek might not have been a mage, but he could detect magic.
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