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Par'il paused as he heard Graff shout. Turning to face the direction of the sound, he only waited as the man left. He really didn't know how to respond to Graff's outbreak, just stare.

Continuing off his first swing, Siom brought the hammer back and to his right, but it appeared Isaac had already anticipated this. Sidestepping out of the way, the hammer swung in front of Isaac, missing him. His sword hooking onto the hammer's end and prying it a different direction. Siom didn't have time to recover. Taken aback, feeling his grip on his weapon loosen, and not having taken the preventative measure of sliding the grip loop around his wrist, Siom could only watch as his hammer slipped out of his hand. The weapon flew a good distance from the fighters and crashed hard into the ground. If Isaac didn't take advantage of the momentary pause, Siom would switch to going on the defensive, without a weapon.

((Sorry this took so long))

Off guard, Siom flinched as Isaac swung at him. He stared confused when he realized the sword didn't make contact. His eyes darted, seeing his weapon behind Isaac. Not yet knowing what to do, he put up his hands, as if in a brawl. After a moments' hesitation, Siom rushed Isaac, attempting to shoulder his shield and knock the man off balance, and pivot around to get his weapon.

Dark stirred. It appears he had fallen asleep. The sound of gently moving water and the cool against his skin were the first things to make sense. He was still in the lake. He took his time taking everything in. Remaining still, his eyes rushed every which way. He finally stood out of the water, reaching for his clothes. He began to get dressed.

Siom brings the hammer down from above his head. He really wasn't certain where he was aiming, but the fast moving weight ought to do some damage if not avoided or deflected.

Dark finally saw an opening in the forest, he sped up a little, to get himself out of the overgrowth. He stopped just short of the cut grass and open sky. The sounds from the arena were still going. Having not been in the lounge during the moment of the match-ups, he was beginning to wonder who was taking place in the current fight. Keeping his hands in his pockets and his head down, somewhat tucked into the jacket, he collected his composure and, seemingly calm if not suspicious, he walked back towards the lounge.

Siom watched his opponent fly back. He was surprised he even made contact. Remembering once more who he was fighting, he tensed - Kayla's father. Slowly, he began to close the gap. Instead of taking advantage of the distance to gain inertia, he only walked, the hammer's hold held with both hands - one at the tip, the other at the neck. He wasn't using his normal flow tactic.