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Siegell smiled tersely at the sight of Adele, and a bit more widely at the spray of blood as he shouldered his way past Celera and into the main room. "Adele! It certainly has," he laughed softly, swinging his glaive up over his shoulder and shifting his feet into a slightly wider stance. "I haven't seen you since, oh... Well, since I left you to die in the desert. You look well."

He reached up slowly to brush a bit of his brown hair away from his face. "I see you've upgraded your axe. Couldn't hack it with a regular axe, had to go enchanted, huh?" He shook his head, clucking his tongue softly. "I'd say I was disappointed, but I'm honestly not surprised. I had hoped you'd learned a little self-respect from the time you spent with me... but in retrospect, I probably crushed any you had in the first place." He smiled cruelly, eyes narrow. His mask was just a bit off-center, and the jagged line where his lips were torn on the left side was just barely visible.

He had, again, pushed just past Celera on his way in, and she was now behind him, watching the two fighters chat. Shastah took this opportunity to trot out of the hallway behind Celera, and his great horned head whipped down with sudden force as his jaws closed over her head, teeth snapping down with enough force to crush through bone.

"Yeah. Since you left me to die. Use me to gain Madriana's favor, and ditch me when that tanked."

She took a few steps, dragging Basilikos on behind her as she approached Siegell. She was still a fair distance from him, but the glare she gave him was just as potent as if they were face-to-face. "I was lost for months. And when I was rescued from those deserts, I was sold into slavery to repay my debts." She chuckled. "Funny thing is, though. Seems you've made a lot of enemies in some faraway countries. Said they'd consider my debts repaid for killin' you. Found this nifty little axe back in those deserts, got it enchanted by a local gypsy, and it wasn't hard to find out you were right here in Mordache!" She swung the axe in front of her, and as it struck the ground again it sent up a visible magical whirlwind.

"You're lookin' well yourself, I might add," she giggled. "I got some face scars myself now. We're just a regular pair, aren't we?" She nodded. "Except I don't go hidin' mine behind a mask like a coward."

Oh, dear... Oh, dear. Oh, him. Oh, his. This was not what the assassin had in mind. Usually, he would expect his two moles to work together and deal with the contestants before killing each other off. After all, he knew that the girl was told to kill off that mercenary. Oh..... If only he had the chance to fight dear Eric. However, orders were orders.

But, oh no. They decided to fight each other than dealing with the contestants. He had to stop their silly fight. Oh, yes. Indeed, he would.

The masked assassin stood up from his seat. He took one last bite of an apple before tossing the core into the arena and exited the top box. There were flights of stairs he had to march down, but he was in no hurry. Let them play with each other for a while. After all, it seemed like they knew each other well. Let's hope I'm not too late. Oh, yes. Indeed, I hope. The Cheshire man smirked as he continued walking down the stairs, smiling. It was unknown if his refusal to haste was on purpose or not.

Siegell rolled and bounced across the floor, grunting and groaning before pushing himself to his feet. He was at a serious disadvantage here, with a weapon he was unaccustomed to. Nonetheless, her charge required him to be equally bold in order to use his speed and maneuverability to its maximum potential. He leaned forward, making himself as small as possible as he dashed toward the berserker, then suddenly he braced his feet, turned, and swung his sword out and up, thrusting it toward her stomach like a rapier for as much reach as possible! Even if she managed a swing in this position, she'd impale herself on the sword!

He staggered a bit as the blade whisked across his back, but managed to maintain his balance and kept his momentum, then stopped to look back, his eyes narrowed to hard, evil slits. His cape lay in a bloodstained heap on the floor.

His cape.

A twisted smile spread on his face and he threw his head back hard enough that his mask slid off and broke in half on the stone floor. His arm shot out suddenly and he took the handle of his glaive in one hand, then pulled it from the wooden support into which it had been stuck. "You wrecked my cape, Adele," he laughed softly, still facing the wall. The echo in the chamber magnified his voice eerily as it bounced all around the room. "I was going to go easy on you. Now I'll have to wreck something of yours..." He laughed again, suddenly sheathing his glaive on his back, and then he spun, his face twisted in a maniacal, broken grin before he kicked off the wall and hit the ground at a dash.

The berserk Wyvern Rider ran low to the ground, arms out, and grabbed up his cape on the way, holding it out beside himself like a streaming flag for a victory lap. He watched Adele heaving back to swing, then swept aside, dodging the first strike. He whipped his arm forward as she turned it horizontal, throwing the cape at Adele's face to blind her as he dropped, sliding under her swing, and then pushed up and brought his fist right into her jaw. As she was struck with the recoil, he laughed and brought his right fist around with enough force to break her nose, then followed it up with a continuous assault on her face and chest, his fists connecting over and over as tactics, sense, and weaponry were dismissed in favor of the pure power of blind rage.

With each connection of fist with flesh, the cape on Adele's face got a little more red.

"H-uurk!" Adele's breath was strained as he caught her off-guard, wrapping his torn cape around her to ensnare her. She struggled to free herself, but it was futile. Deathcalibur had fallen to the ground, and she couldn't reach it as she grasped the ground frantically. Wham, wham! came the assault against her face, brusing tender flesh and snapping fine bones. She could feel blood trailing down her face from gashes upon her face and from her nose, and teeth dislodged from her mouth. It hurt, but he wasn't going to kill her this way, short of asphyxiation! She just had to escape...

Her hands were still flailing, looking for a way to free from his grasp. She couldn't push him away, and she couldn't reach Deathcalibur. But as her fingers traced the hilt of the tomahawk at her side, she firmly grasped it, slashed it up with the intent of separating the fabric that kept her bound. The serrated blade tore through, freeing enough slack to allow her to slip out and scramble across the ground. No, she wasn't done yet! She spun around, hurling the axe at Siegell, and ran a safe distance from him as she nimbly picked Deathcalibur off the ground. And then she spun around back towards the man, spitting a few teeth out of her mouth and wiping the blood trailing from her nose.

"Hah...hahaha...you've had your fun, Siegell," she murmured, a touch of insanity in her voice. "Are you ready to die now?" Her voice had grown louder, escalating into a snarl.

Siegell laughed as Adele took out her axe, and his hand slid up to the long shaft attached to his back. He pulled his glaive slowly, teasingly over his shoulder, dragging the flat of the steel across the whole, pure half of his face. "I'm ready to end this one way or another, Adele. But you're not catching me off my guard this time, my dear..." He turned his weapon suddenly and shot towards her, slashing in a wide horizontal arc, then brought his weapon smoothly around and slashed downward, forcing her to lunge back to avoid having herself laid open through the cleavage before he jumped back, swinging horizontally again to keep her at a distance.

His swings were smooth, almost slow, his smile fading to a relaxed, satisfied smirk. He had a firm grip, and the way his weapon moved was more graceful than she remembered, as if he was dancing with it. The tip of his blade drew the eye as it moved through the air, winding and twisting, as if chasing something that always, always evaded capture.

Adele's axe came down with a single powerful swing, and Siegell smoothly stepped aside, drawing his arm back and twisting his weapon in his hands. The blade turned upward, the pointed tip pointed at her exposed sternum as she leaned forward. He simply smiled and said nothing: what was there to say?

He leaned forward and thrust from the shoulder.

He simply stood there for a moment, watching blood leak through Adele's mail breastplate and onto the floor, holding the woman up by the very weapon on which she was impaled. His blade had entered her right breast, passed through her ribs, barely missed her solar plexus, punctured her lung, and entered her stomach. He shook his head as the blood seeped out between her lips, then kicked her axe aside and dragged his glaive out in one swift gesture.

He crouched and rolled her over, shaking his head again. "I hope I find your employers someday. I don't like being played for a fool." He sat after a moment, taking care to avoid the seeping blood on the floor, and propped her up in his arms. A piece of her sleeve was torn off, and he used it to wipe her lips.

He leaned close slowly, then began to softly murmur to her...

"In any case, since they're not here, and I never formally said this to you in the first place, you're fired." He patted her cheek. "You've got two weeks to clear out your carcass and leave, at which point I'll be happy to recommend you to future employers. Ta-ta." He set her back down, clucking his tongue as he picked up his glaive.

He did at least have the decency to wait until she was actually dead before rooting through her equipment for any axes he could use.

"Oh, Pietro?" he called, wandering out again into the center of the room. "I believe that's the end. Is there anyone unaccounted for?" he asked, turning to see the various competitors who had survived to reach this room. "Oh," he added softly, "The airhead's still alive, kudos to her." He turned, glaring up into the shadows. "Come on out, this place is dank and I'd really like to get out in the sun."