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Nearest Cziri an elderly gentleman moved to stands over Cziri, casting a shadow over him. Speaking in a voice fitting his elderly body he offered soothing words, "Sleep then in this most unlikely of places. Rest your head and allow this old man to watch over thy form till you rouse from your slumber." Even so, the Crimson Mist seemed to be welling up, but not visibly or directly around either man. It was passing through the stands below, forming and bubbling up, as it were. The drain it was producing at such a range was not lethal, but meant to induce slumber. Around the arena each of the several other of the eight watched on, their eyes closed, seeing only through the eyes of the original as they went about their business.

Swordbearer. Like so many of this place.

Anyone with a sense for other people's minds could actually tell that Gamma was, to some extent, human. Physically, under the armor, he was only human. But only in that capacity. Mentally, Gamma was an erratic storm of psychopathy. Emotions were mixed and scattered, mentally scarred beyond most recognition.

Made for a good soldier, anyway.

Gamma's left hand shot out to seize Eldin's presented left elbow. Need to keep that sword where it belongs. Someone could get hurt. In the same movement, Gamma would turn and shoulder rush Eldin. A brunt shove to try and box Eldin into the pod which Gamma arrived. His right hand sought the second knife along his left shoulder. Not drawing it yet, just keeping it ready.

Surprising, but not totally unexpected. Bare humans from these parts typically commanded some force beyond normal people.

The force shoving him back was enough to show that being so blunt would meet a fair ammount of resistance. With all this mass, Gamma wasn't easy to throw around. Spinning back and to the right, Gamma pivotted off of his left leg and placed the right back again, stabilizing himself. Fair simple, quick movement, granted that there was a certain pressure shoving Gamma's right shoulder.

What Eldin forgot was that Gamma was still holding onto him. With a vice-like grip, Gamma pulled Eldin with supernatural strength. Back and to the right. Gamma right hand found Eldin's forearm, just above the wrist. It wasn't a knife, but good enough.

Lifting the elbow up and out while pressing the rest of the lower arm down and in, Gamma strongly persuaded the rest of Eldin forward and down. A jujitsu arm throw. Heaving his opponent into a somersault to the ground.

Once on his back, Eldin would see a large greave aimed for his throat. Gamma would dropped his left shin across Eldin's throat. Mass aside, Eldin would live. With all this mass, it would ordinarily kill anything with a spine. But this, this was more of a submission hold.

With hands still on his opponent's arms, Gamma would slide his left hand up to the wrist and pull the arm out and away from the body. Twisting and forcing the hand down in a pronating wristlock.

Never once did Gamma's eye leave Eldin's face. All bodily movements prior have been made from experience alone. The white glowing act wasn't something people did when surrendering or whatever.

That's the whole point of a submission hold. They submit, or you hurt them.

Eyes glowed. and Gamma acted. A squeeze of Eldin's wrist before pulling his hand down, and forcing the arm bent. The mechanics behind this particular wristlock; budo's "wrist turn" is that the wrist is bent while the arm is outright, in a way that the ligaments in the wrist and certain muscles along the forearm and stretched to their limit. Something pulling more tension into them, like an arm bending, would over extend them and rip and tear and generally do bad things to a person's arm.

Rending Eldin's arm was about the only thing Gamma could do in those couple seconds before some hurricane decided to come out of no where. It confused Gamma, really. From sitting on his opponent one moment to playing chicken with the ring wall.

Fair sized gale too, to pick up half a metric ton of armor and toss it aside. Shitty weather, must've been global warming or some such.

What Gamma would have prefered to do is take the wall on his back. But, being airborne and not having wings sort of throws your will out the window. Gamma raised his arms to cover his head and hit the wall on his right shoulder and curled arm.

That was a lot of damage his arm was taking. Thank the Creator he was channelling a spirit at the time that was really good at killing pain.

His life channel having to be increased in potency in response to the move against his arm a little sooner than expected, Eldin still managed to release his storm jet directly out of Gamma.

Eldin was pulled along at first, guarded from increased damage by his protective yellow glow. Eventually the robotic man released his grip on the Channeller's elbow. The wind coming from its back was cut off as Eldin hit the ground and rolled aside vioently. The momentum it had built up, however, was enough to keep Gamma sailing the rest of the way to the wall, if not less forcibly than it would have been should Eldin have been dragged the entire distance.

While said opponent was busy shoulder tackling an innocent structural bystander, Eldin's body lost its glow. He reach out with his right arm, planted the palm down on the sand, and pushed up. His knees moving across the ground for support he kept going and pushing with his three useful limbs until he was quickly back on his feet. No longer channelling his mother's soul, the pain in his arm was quite apparent and not much appreciated.

Amber eyes were narrowed as he gazed over to take in his opponent's situation. Before Gamma did anything else, Eldin had to make a choice. He could draw his sword with his right arm, which was thankfully still useful, and try to be ready for an incoming attack. Alternatively he could focus his life spirit directly into his damaged left arm and repair the muscles there. There were pros and cons to both measures, some being that channelling another spirit so soon would be annoying, though at least it would be the same one as he'd been using, and that he might not get the chance to do it again should the pressure of the fight increase. Of course, using that time to heal would leave him vulnerable if attacked.

It was at this moment in time Eldin's mother mentally slapped him, quite literally since their spiritual bond allowed easy communication between the two, and reminded him that he could do both at once.

Smiling sheepishly beneath his scarf, Eldin's right hand grasped the hilt of his blade while his left arm glowed yellow at the damaged area. Inside his flesh, muscle mass was being rejoined and reconstructed by powers neither magical nor medical.

The glow ended as Eldin's longsword was held out at a slight angle across his front, the tip of the blade rising higher to Eldin's right than the hilt at Eldin's left as it extened through the air a few degrees more than horizontal to Eldin's shoulder line. It was made of a material that looked a little bit more like a mineral than most of the metals used to forge weapons, but was still clearly as sharp as any of them. It had a tint of purple colouring to it and was able to catch and reflect the sunlight like polished steel.

As his left arm was healed its hand reached out and joined its brother at the sword hilt, Eldin's body shifting into a slightly angled defensive position, ready for when his opponent came back at him with some new offensive move.

In the back of his mind Eldin had to laugh and thank Ryder. If he had not met and dueled that monster of a man all that time ago, he may still be in the state where channelling a few times in a row wore him down. Now he had used his spirits a few times just a short while into this sidden match and was ready to use more if needed.

His amber eyes sparked with amusement while looking at Gamma as the Channeller imagined having to thank that guy one of these days.