[If you're willing to spill blood, you have to be willing to pay it up, too. Not that Matoba could ever really be called honorable, but even he had his own code of conduct that he lived by. Fandaniel is taken out- Matoba couldn't distract Hien quite in time for him, but at least after that hit and Matoba's distraction, the other fighters had more than enough warning and ample time to scramble out of here.]
[Taking a chunk out of his HP feels good. Yeah. You turn around and look at him now, Hien, talking shit on the Warlocks!]
[He couldn't beat Hien in a fight the last time and it looks like he's not going to manage it this time. He's charging up another spell, but before he can manage it, Hien is running at him. He has a choice: try to finish firing up his spell at point-blank before Hien takes him out, or.... take advantage of his proximity.]
[Another attack is meaningless at this point. He knows which one he's choosing.]
[The staff clubs him in the head and he's seeing stars, lights, colors; the stickiness of blood. But as he sways and stumbles, he lurches forward to grab onto the front of Hien's shirt, and slams his forehead forward into Hien's (5).]
[With a harsh, shuddered breath, his tongue swipes out against the side of Hien's mouth, tasting the blood from when he smashed his nose. Satisfying.]
I hope you had fun, Hien-kun.
[His grip loosens as he passes out, dissolving to respawn in a little while outside of the Arena.]
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[Taking a chunk out of his HP feels good. Yeah. You turn around and look at him now, Hien, talking shit on the Warlocks!]
[He couldn't beat Hien in a fight the last time and it looks like he's not going to manage it this time. He's charging up another spell, but before he can manage it, Hien is running at him. He has a choice: try to finish firing up his spell at point-blank before Hien takes him out, or.... take advantage of his proximity.]
[Another attack is meaningless at this point. He knows which one he's choosing.]
[The staff clubs him in the head and he's seeing stars, lights, colors; the stickiness of blood. But as he sways and stumbles, he lurches forward to grab onto the front of Hien's shirt, and slams his forehead forward into Hien's (5).]
[With a harsh, shuddered breath, his tongue swipes out against the side of Hien's mouth, tasting the blood from when he smashed his nose. Satisfying.]
I hope you had fun, Hien-kun.
[His grip loosens as he passes out, dissolving to respawn in a little while outside of the Arena.]