[h1][center][color=orange]Zectoll[/color][/center][/h1]

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[i]Day 4:Duel of Goblins, continued[/i]

Zectoll's muscled pumped with blood, bulging under the strain of throwing his opponent over his shoulder. He watched as Lomen hit the ground, rolling roughly upon the ground before springing back up, a small bit of blood leaking from his back. Zectoll watched as he brother touched the small wound, licking up the blood. For a brief moment his mind receded out to memories of his fateful dream, of being bathed in blood. The thought passed as quickly as it came and Zectoll slipped back into his predatory trance, fixated once again on the duel. 

Throwing Lomen had winded Zectoll slightly, so in the brief moments of Lomen recovering from the throw, Zectoll breathed deeply out of his nose taking a moment to recover himself. His muscles were still pumped as he watched Lomen go on the offense. Zectoll expected another heavy blow and began to dodge, not anticipating a quick short jab to the body. The jab caught him squarely in the side. Zectoll gritted his teeth as he took the blow that was lighter than he expected, and immediately countered with a left right jab combination aimed at Lomen's upper torso and head, this time performing the attacks as fast as he was able.


 
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