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Deitric stood and peered over the edge. His clothing was still smoking faintly after his last encounter with the Eredas flames, and the leather he wore was shredded where it had blistered beneath the heat. The stage behind him was practically demolished - DJ booth had been cleaned of every piece of equipment, and the tower itself was collapsing in on itself after withstanding the constant strain. Dead power cords hung in the air and were strewn about the ground along with countless shards of glass and twisted metal debris.

He looked tired. More importantly, he was tired. The worst of the burns throbbed, and his entire face felt as if the skin had been seared away. He watched James for a moment to see what the daemon slayer did. When it became apparent that his opponent wasn't going to rise, Deitric contented himself to step off the platform, landing rump first on the edge with a grunt. He kept a good posture while he sat; any slouching would have put pressure on the handful of ribs that had been bruised and cracked.

Resting his tomahawks across his legs, the tribesman idly tapped the back of his heels against the foundation of the stage while he sat and waited for the medics to make their way through the crowd to the two fighters. It had been a rough, altogether worthwhile fight, he decided. The crowd had formed a half-circle around the pair; James on the ground, Deitric seated on the edge of the stage.

Behind the brave, the musicians timidly made their way back onto the stage, flinching as they stepped across the broken glass and remains of their equipment. Guitars were little more than splinters and twisted strings, the drum set had been separated into barely recognizable parts, and they'd never be able to collect all the pieces of the turntable. There was no way they could finish the concert.

Deitric didn't mind.