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it was a best of three, or forfeit setup...and most forfeit if they lost the first round, particularly the enchanters. which annoyed the hell out of Cerrilia who of course was watching. she's have to be more strict on certain things to make sure her student's took to it and were able to apply it. the boy, clearly upset that his golem masterpeice got eaten, resolved to teach the gnome a lesson. and the magma started to form, as he was trying the same type of summoning the gnome had used, through his was forming into a golem, the shape he knew best.

Wist for his part was ignoring him, still doing calculations about why the dragon type had tried to eat him and figure out where in the summoning it had gotten the idea from.


Malik nodded, and picked his wife up bridal style, and carried her out of the building to the stands, before setting her down in her place near the intharas and taking a seat himself. he kept his hand with hers though, so all she'd have to do if she didn't feel good was squeeze and he could take her back to their room if need be.

And anyone who was going to give an odd look her way was going to be punched in the face or something close to that. But for now, she was content to sit where they always did with the others and try to concentrate on what was going on in the arena. She was going to get through this, damn it.

"Mom's are like that. I probably wouldn't be if mom wasn't sick and cared more about the dangers of the world or whatever moms call it these days." Drumming his fingers on the wall before him in his ever fidgety fashion. "See me win or see me do something stupid?"

Blinking at his brother, he merely shook his head and then climbed up a row of seats to plop on his brother's knee where he sat. After all, seeing Zykariel was ever an event, and as far as he was concerned Kel wasn't being fun or nice right now. Cranky.

"It's fulfilling? I like to make things and help make things and make things better and work and what not. Besides, it wasn't my fault this time, I just got the short end of the stick." Giving her a smile as she made an effort to dull the throbbing in his shoulder. Confused blink thoguh, "I didn't say you were stuck up. You just have the proper skills to win."

"I probably know more than I should, look at it that way." After all, when you were killing bandits at the tender age of fifteen, you knew too much. "They're going to have sets. Whoever has the most wins in a set, gets to move on." Shaking his head as Wist just wouldn't concentrate on the arena. "He should have practiced more rather than be plainly enamoured with the opportunity." Turning a look to Kaelin then, "I believe it's archery next."

"Malik added some things this year and changed the order of events as well." Nodding some with a smile, "All you boys want to learn the hard way it seems." Raising an eyebrow at his oldest son's comment though, "Mocking so soon? Come now, you're supposed to start with snarky comments."

the boy was trying, but you could see it rapidly getting out of control. wist may seem scatterbrained, but he was a very potent conjuror, and he had a great deal of power and expertise...but he noticed that the magma was forming into something that was more resembling a whirlwind then a golem, and the boy barely even able to keep it formed so it didn't splash down on top of him.

Wist looked over the situation, and sent over his dragon, that promptly absorbed the whirling magma tornado of death...before he dismissed it entirely. the boy gave up, but not before the gnome jumped up and grabbed his ear and started dragging him off probably going through a lecture at a mile a minute.

Wist came back out for his final...which turned out to be Cerrilia, having bribed the other person to let her take thier place...though she had no charmed beast or animal with her.

Wist looked at her, and shrugged, before summoning a golem that resembled the old elf Nelphean's Monolith creation in golden tone. Cerrilia smriked, and a flash of magical energy flowed between her and the golem...before a duplicate of it stood on her side of the field. not this is how an enchanter battled a summoner.

He gave a little smile as his best friend tried to cheer him up some with reassurance. "Yeah, I guess. But don't say anything about it okay? They don't want it being all public knowledge right now and what not."

"I think she was trying to distract me from doing it...I still don't know what that whole phase was about." Besides, he had all the time in the world to clean when he was home alone these days. "Cockiness of youth? You're still that cocky."

"I"ll do my best to impress you then." What was she doing out there? Well, he shouldn't be surprised but he decided to not pay too much mind to such a thing. Better for all. Thus he let his attention drift back to Kaelin as she picked up some on what he was thinking. "I hope so too."

He blinked in bewildered fashion as he was more or less affectionately attacked by the younger Inthara girl. "Uh, hi Lys." Recovering his composure some with a nod, "Shocked? Oh come now." Grinning back at her in same playful manner as she teased at him. "I manage." Sideglancing Faate then, whoa tone change.

Malik gave a raised brow at what was going on in the center, which was a spectacle of itself. two giant golden golems fighting it out, while smaller swarms of watery pets battled tiny golems and the two master mages slinging spells back and forth at eachother. flares of light and bursts of flame and ice, cracking earth and mental attacks and counters.

"Interesting."


Valten as well was watching, though less amused. she wasn't supposed to be in these competitions and how much of the little money they had did she spend to get into it. Now it looked like he'd need to win to be able to eat as much as to prove himself to himself.

"You're biased on everything with the exception of the runing type competitions and if one of your own children is competing, you're biased there, too." Not that it bothered him in the least. He just didn't like seeing his past come back to haunt him. "She's playing around. At this rate, the competition is going to take forever."

Lyssie reared back as though she'd been slapped and glared at her sister. "I wouldn't poison him! At least I'm willing to help him out. You're the one who stands there as pretty as you please spouting off about what he should and shouldn't do. Have a heart, Faatallon."

And now she was being yelled at and that certainly didn't make her happy. "Well, if my company is so distasteful to the both of you, I'll take myself off. Enjoy the tournament." Turning on her heel and stalking off.

"By the gods she drives me crazy sometimes." But her sour expression left with her sister and she turned back to Mykorian with a grin. "Want to come watch the tournament with me? I promise I won't ask all sorts of silly questions."

"Pretty much." Grinning at his son and giving him a 'what are you going to do though' shrug about the affair. "Seems not forever...that's what happens when you play too hard. Do your best, not pull out all your stops." Hm, hopefully she wasn't going to cause a fuss over that. "Have you seen your little sister?"

He blinked again, okay that was fighting, "Faate, wait a mo-" Cut off as Lyssie more or less demanded his attention. "Lyssie that wasn't nice, you shouldn't say things like that. Especially to your sister." And Faate had put words in his mouth too, he hated it when she did that.

"My turn!" He announced quite happily when they announced that it was archery and took to setting up the field for that. Of course at his own nagging of his father, he'd gotten a change in that too. The normal archery rounds and the the arcane archery afterwards. He planned on doing both. "Later Kel." Hopping up he made his way down to where his brother was, seeing as he had his equipment. "Give."

"What no please?" Having his brother's things brought and handing the boy his bow and quiver, making sure the kid didn't have anything loose to catch on something or other. "Hey, don't show off too bad now okay?"

"I just hope I have some compeition. After all, mom is a hard one to live up to what with the history here." Presenting a cheek to Kaelin. "Kiss for luck?"

"Yes, she is. Isn't that the way most Tier'dal fight thought? As if they have something to prove, if not to impress or inspire a certain fear in others?" Seemed though they weren't going to let this kind of thing continue if it started endangering the crowds and she couldn't help the chuckle when Dhairiss got all excited. "I remember that feeling."