As Alric retreats back behind the Light Order's barrier, Dragomas turns in place, surveying the alcoves for the next challenger.
"Arburg of the Order of Life challenges Dragomas of the Amber Brotherhood," comes a rich but stilted voice, and a woman steps forward from your right.
"Kurtis?" Algard prompts.
"Former Battle Wizard, promoted a few years ago. Fought alongside the forces of Ostland and Nordland against Beastmen, and with the Second Fleet against Norscans."
[Rolling...]
With a flash of
Ghur and
Ghyran the next duel begins, and Arburg quickly folds
Ghyran into a spell that causes the obsidian to crack as roots punch through, forming a living battle-altar below her. It's a tricky piece of magic and done commendably, but while she was doing that, Dragomas had performed his signature spell, his skin hardening and stretching until he almost fills his half of the chamber. His now-draconic gaze meets Arburg's, and for a silent moment all is still. Then
Ghyran stirs once more, and in seconds Dragomas has flitted across the chamber, ignoring the Staff entirely in favour of pouncing atop Arburg, his claws tightening around skin that is already in the process of hardening into stone. Once more they freeze in place, a silent conversation seeming to fill the air between them before Arburg nods and says, "I yield."
"Very neat spellwork," Melkoth notes.
"Strong showing for a recent graduate," Algard agrees.