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There was an awkwardness to the conversation, the shape of things unsaid floating close to the surface and disturbing the words spoken. This wasn't really the time or place to let anything surface, though. It would be better to talk things over elsewhere, and Jordan resolved to seek Melvin out later, if Melvin didn't beat him to it.

He was interrupted in anything else he might have said by a solid blast to his chest, a strong hit that cracked their shield with the familiar insubstantial shattering sensation. The shot knocked him back as Ferros desummoned, and he skidded and lost his balance, falling back against the grass of the field.

HP: 0

"I'm fine," Jordan answered, sitting up. He rubbed his chest for a moment; that last shot had stung, but he didn't think he'd have any lasting effects. "Good fight," he said. "Has Saliva gotten stronger?"

Jordan accepted the hand up, though he didn't really need the help. A good stretch and a hot shower would chase away the soreness, he thought. "We should get together this week, have some time to talk that's not punctuated by chasing each other around a ring," he said.