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[color=orange][h2][b]The Arena, Before dusk in Alvion, Raining[/b][/h2][/color][img]https://i.imgur.com/FKQazLw.jpg[/img][@Cyrania]

  Gwyneira's forbearance from letting her curiousity get the better of her led her to paying closer attention to the fight, she would notice if there was any magic used in the duel. For now only the [b]faint outlines of abjuration[/b] danced the air on Cicero's shield and Rkhakkar's new axe was [b]runed but with dormant magic[/b] that leaked into Cicero's sword whenever they clashed, whichever the case it seemed to have no impact in their duel. Least, for now.

  Suddenly, a loud crack like a whip drawn across the heavens rang across the stadium. Large beads of water fell unto contestant and spectator alike. Everyone looked up bewildred by the sudden weather but their hesitation to leave for dryer ground did not last very long, many flocked to the stairs where they could still watch the match but with a roof over their heads - albeit a conpromised view.

  Unfortunately for Gwyneira, with her [b]luggage holding her back[/b], the other spectators proved too quick for the opportunity and she would still be a little stranded out in the rain even if she wanted to [u][b]escape it[/b][/u].

  Still it was just rain ...was it? Her studies back at the academy of Hydrosophy taught her vaguely how natural rain should work, even if the whole point of the class was how to make unnatural rain. This was too sudden and the water ...[b]tasted salty? [/b]It was harder to see, mere minutes into the fight. 

  It was then she saw Therian still in his seat, eyes fixated on the match in a daze. His consorts had thinned, not all were as hardy as he was in such weather apparently. If the monarch would not leave then, then maybe - She could stay and no one would think her foolish. The fight was not about to stop for a little bit of rain.


  [u][b]What could she do?[/b][/u]


[@Spiffy]

  Cicero's shield wall held fast, axes might scar a helmet but they were no match for a properly forged shield. It's spell held no advantage here but it was still of quality make, that was to be certain and it would not let a lousy throwing axe dent it. Rhakkar's aim became off when Cicero dove towards the shadows, it was clear his eyesight was not used to the contrast between sun and shade.

  Then! The weather took a turn for the worst. It was strange. But such was not the time to ponder about matters of climate, with eyes staring down the barbarian, Cicero lifted his shield at the right time, clashing his sword against the barbarian's axe which he used to block it. Cicero's blade bit deep into the axe's edge. The weapons [i]clung[/i] to each other oddly for a moment. Rhakkar pulled it free and then struck at the knight's sword as he swung at the weapon once more with more than enough force to disarm him if he did nothing. But the knight's counterattack had shifted the barbarian's center of mass, threatening his balance and keeping him rooted for now. The floor was slick from the silt, even the knight would find trouble in time as the rain poured - for now his armour's weight gave him enough poise to still move with ease.


But this gave Cicero a chance, to the corner of his eye just within reach if he dove to the right [u][b]lay a fallen axe[/b][/u] which he could put to good use as a projectile, if he was willing to temporarily hold his sword in his shield hand. Rhakkar was still finding even ground.


  Yet, this was the [u][b]best opportunity to strike[/b][/u] the savage. They had not landed blows on one another yet and this was a fleeting chance, he could maybe even land a second if he could use his other hand. Though this will leave him in range of a counterattack.

  [u][b]What will Cicero do?[/b][/u][/center]


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