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Lucian's stomach churned, his pointed ears perked to listen to Dema. The first two words made his heart thump for his friend. Wait! When had he begun caring this much about Voit? He didn't know. His ears listened carefully to each bit of information that Dema spouted out. Rules? Yeah, like that would be much help. Did anyone actually listen to rules, like, ever? Lucian certainly didn't - nor did he trust others to. Especially if there were past occurances where people blatantly broke the rules. Her last three words made him sigh. He didn't want to be stuck on the sidelines just wishing for the reaper to be careful. Instead, he'd rather take his own precautions, to add on top of Voit's own scythe. Sure, he could trust Voit to take care of himself, but you never knew. Quietly, he began his ancient elven chant - the first one he'd ever been taught - summoning on his own magics to protect Voit. The magic was weak and would have no effect toward minor injuries, but it would prevent Voit from being maimed or killed. If it went far enough that his magic had to be brought into effect, there was no way that Lucian would just sit by on the sidelines. He would intervene in whatever way he knew how. Even if that meant he would have to kill the contestant trying to kill Voit, he would. That was odd... He actually cared about someone enough to do something like that for them? It just seemed so...out of character for him, at least, in his mind. Ah, well...perhaps Kyrell...and Forge...and all the others that had called them friends were right. Wait - that couldn't be, could it? Was he really friends with Voit? Huh.
Perhaps he was.
[-Yes. Long post. Insomnia. Boredom.-]

Just above and behind Lucian and Dema, Brigs sat, his eye trained on the battle arena below. "When I fought that elemental, That flame spell I used was my most powerful one. If I had used that on a mountain you could kiss that mountain good bye. How he survived that spell I have no idea, and what weirder he absorbed it. And Something about that other wizard isn't right. If anyone is going to win this, it'll be one of those two. An elemental that cannot die and a wizard whose powers are greater than he tells. That will be a match up worthy of legend." Brigs had his face set in an intense glare fixed in a stern look of determination. He spoke as if he was serious for once.

Kyrell didn't dodge the fork, seeing as it was harmless. He kicked it aside and sighed, not looking for any childish games.

When the blade of wind went towards him however, Kyrell used his agile stance to swiftly cut the wind blade into nothingness with nothing but the speed and some strength to push through. However, a part of it was able to cut through the cloth on his arm. Although he was unharmed, a part of the light-weight mobility-inclined scale armor underneath came into visibility. He chuckled, knowing any common man could discern the quality of his armor when seen.

"It seems you've found out my secret. Now, it's time for me to find out yours." Without hesitation, Kyrell started to run in Jacob's direction at breakneck speed. No untrained eye could have seen how he moved if they saw his shadow fly past. It seems now, he was getting pretty serious. However, he did not intend to bring out all his strength until the situation really did grow serious.

Expecting the magic-user to come up with something, Kyrell stopped in advance and skid to his left as the spikes came up, quickly he circled to the back of the man, jumping and throwing some needles in Jacob's direction. If they had indeed hit Jacob's back, it would have hurt at some point but was simply nothing but an annoying habit, so Kyrell thinks. However, a wimp would have stopped the fight and cringed with pain if those ordinary needles did hit him. Kyrell was gauging how easily the man could block ranged and melee attacks and whether he should take the knives, arrows and other weapons stuck in the walls and on the ground to his advantage.

The needles were child's play but they were definitely useful. Though it did not seem like it, Kyrell was slowly bringing the game on. He hadn't revealed this speed since the start of the competition but even if people did know, he knew some people wouldn't be able to repel him while he moved at this speed unless their reaction time was at a veteran warrior's level. For now, Kyrell decided he'd just cunningly dodge attacks and come up with an impromptu plan once an opening presented itself. Even so, Kyrell was intent on seeing how far the necklace could go when protecting him from offensive magic. Of course, physical things would hurt him as usual but he really wanted to see how elemental magic and 'curses' fared against the 'five gold crystal'.

Kyrell raised his eyebrow, finding that a hint of irritation appeared on Jacob's face with his silly trick. The magic-user also seemed to be getting serious. This made Kyrell a little more lighthearted since he always loved testing his strong opponents' patience. If indeed impatience wins over, Kyrell knew exactly what to do at that point. Finding a sort of weakness early in the game, Kyrell thought to himself, I found a weakness too early in the game again! I should really slow down a bit.

Then, he noticed Jacob's spell coming into fruition. With a gleam in Kyrell's eyes and a half-smile on his face, he found the opportunity to annoy Jacob even more, taking out a piece of hardened bread and throwing it straight at the magic-user's head, even laughing lightly, snickering as he started to run to the opposite far side of the arena. He heard the unmistakable sound of hard bread slamming into something equally as hard... A cranium, most likely... And he entertained himself with the action.

However, when the tempest began to materialize, Kyrell muttered "Holy hell!" as he scampered away even faster. Thinking on his feet, Kyrell found a chain on the ground and pulled it with a wide grin. He stuck his tongue out at Jacob as he disappeared into the trap door again slammed shut when Kyrell jumped in. Most contestants don't take note that the place used to be a wild animal gladiatorial combat zone and didn't take note of those trap doors and cast-iron gates. Losing his breath, Kyrell slowed down a bit, passing several empty cages until he reached the trap door on the other side, deciding to be sneaky and pop up behind Jacob as he drew his sword out quietly.

When he came up behind the man, he held Jacob's jaw in one hand and pointed his sword at the man's throat with his other hand. " Your master has taught you well. Let's see how you get out of this one, apprentice." He whispered in Jacob's ear from behind.

"Or maybe you should give up now." Kyrell said though he knew his methods were sneaky. He didn't really care right now. He didn't notice any imminent danger either and he was lax, with some confidence in the idea that the magic-user wouldn't be making anymore moves if he feared for his life. He didn't think of the magic-user retaliating either. In fact, he was completely off-guard though he thought he caught the enemy off-guard.

[- It took me about an hour just to think of some way to get out of that wretched tempest! I'm not gonna copy a certain anime where the dude cuts the whirlwind in half though. That's ... A boring way to fight it. Not to mention unreasonable~! And I was playing on Kyrell's capability of being relaxed and enjoying himself in combat... And being annoying in combat~ But well, I was bored and felt like shaking things up~ biggrin What do you think? -]