Colosseum - Round 1, Group A - Dawnika Snow vs Black Mage

[Black Mage]

It was a struggle to rise. He could feel the bruises in his back from slamming on the stone floor of the arena protesting as he put his palms to the ground and pushed upwards. Looking over at the swords girl he could see her lying on the ground, still as a resting gargoyle. He walked, no, staggered towards her as he spoke. "Air that strikes quick as a blade-" He waited before finishing the incantation, letting himself get closer and closer to the girl. It wasn't long before he was only a meter away, and she hadn't moved an bit. He'd half expected her to jump and claw at him, but she never did. Letting himself breath as the crackle of lightning dissipated in his fingertips, he knew that the battle was won. There was an ever-so-slight wax and wane to her chest that told the Black Mage she was still breathing, still alive. That was good. He'd come to strengthen his mettle, meet potential allies, not slaughter needlessly. He'd kept control, as he would for the rest of the tournament, he hoped.

Though his body still protested the Black Mage wiggled his arms and shoulders about for a moment to get a good stretch before squatting down and laying his arms under the swordsgirl. Powering his body and hers upwards he lifted her off the ground before turning and heading towards the rim of the arena. Some booed his lack of a killing blow, others put out a small, almost gentlemanly clap. One of the colosseum overseers molded a doorway into the barrier, allowing him to leave.

"We can carry her from here Mr. Mage." The soldier spoke.

"Thank you, but if I may I'd like to carry her myself." He said, and the soldier let out a small grin.

"I respect what you want to do, but I must insist that we carry her. Your next match is in two hours, you'll need all your strength for the wizard's duel." He said, and the Black Mage looked at him curiously.

"You know who I am to fight next?" The Black Mage asked, meeting a nod from the soldier.

"By the looks of it it'll be that one." The soldier said and pointed to a long blue-haired man who appeared to be talking to a lighter-blue haired boy. Between the barriers of seemingly infinite magic along with the echoing raucous of the crowd it was impossible to determine what they were saying, but was obvious that boy was done and man still had another gear to go. Holding a palm towards the boy he unleashed an orb of dark magic that slung it's way clean through the boy's head. The crowd roared as the Black Mage flinched, and the soldier let out a heavy sigh.

"I wish you luck. Follow me to the infirmary." He said as he took Dawnika Snow off the Black Mage's hand's with no protest. Following the soldier to the infirmary the Black Mage began to think of what he'd do next round against The Magus.