Metal clanged on metal and now Razkar grunted, feeling his bones rattle under his bruised skin and just as a flash of disbelieving panic took him Ximal toppled back... and back... and-
-his second gladius sailed over his head, momentum keeping him going, twisting the Myrian's body.
Goddess, he was so tired. All the weariness he'd kept at bay assaulted him in one ragged burst and he fell down to one knee, shaking blades leveled at-
-the figure that was now lying on his back, breathing heavy and as spent as him. Moreso, apparently.
"Looks like were even here...One each...Looks like i've some work to do before i challenge you again."For a few moments Razkar just glared at him, half expecting the human to jump back up like some infernal golem. His hands trembled, his lips drew back... and then his gladii dropped slowly... Razkar knew he'd won his victory... and as his gnosis shudder one more time and went silent, he fell back against the sand as well.
"You... You..." He muttered and mumbled as he sucked down lungfuls of air, body agonized and numb in equal measure. "You..."
A word flashed through Razkar's head. Something he'd heard in taverns and among the rougher examples of his kind. He thought it sounded familiar and once he knew its meaning, he realized it was the best word to use. He grinned at the sky like a drunk and chuckled-choked.
"... wanker..."
Myrian and human, lying on the sand of the Pit laughing and giggling like naughty schoolboys who'd warred on their tiny battlefield and were now so buzzed at being alive all but humor had left them. Razkar rolled his head to face Ximal and pointed at him one with his gladius. Only once, because he could barely manage to lift it.
"We have... one more... to make decision..."
He laughed again and it became a groan, lungs and ribs shouting the error of his ways.
"But... not today... I think..."
OOCWow. Really made me work for that, mate. Bloody good stuff!