10-24-2015, 05:51 AM
Dawnika's rough fall from the sky had not only knocked her unconscious, but also had ruined her ankle badly. She had landed dead on her left foot, then slammed her head hard onto the ground. Blood ran through her hair and over her eyes and face. The fight was tough on her, not only because of the injuries, but because she over exerted her use of burst movements. Unable to stand do to the fact that she was knocked-out, she had lost.
The Warrior of Light was at first skeptical about her unconscious state, but soon her realized that Dawnika has had enough. She was slung over the Mage's shoulder and carried half way out of the arena by him until the medics came to take her. She looked bad, that was obvious but how long would it be until she woke up? If the Black Mage wished to speak with her, it might take some time, perhaps not until after his next fight.
Or, perhaps it would be much sooner than he thought. Upon entering the infirmary, Dawnika awoke and threw the medics off of her. "Let go of me! I am fine dammit! I do not need your assistance!" The medics scrambled away from her and the knights jumped in to intervene. "Ma'am, we are going to have to ask you to calm yourself. The healers here only wish to help you." Said the lead knight with his blade pointed out at her. She was in no condition to retaliate against them, she could barely stand. "Just leave me alone and I will not hurt anyone."
Dawnika scanned the room and found her Mage opponent sitting alone pondering to himself. She slowly limped to him, "I believe it is safe to assume that waking up in the infirmary after a battle means you lose. You fight well for a wizard. Magic has never been my strong suit, but I only know that of black magic. Forbidden magics in my homeland that most outsiders fear. On any matter, you have the heart of a warrior and the strength of a soldier. As Queen of Xenithia, I thank you for giving me the opportunity to fight you and hope we can have another good spar in the near future." She took her seat next to his, sitting a couple feet away from the mage.
The Warrior of Light was at first skeptical about her unconscious state, but soon her realized that Dawnika has had enough. She was slung over the Mage's shoulder and carried half way out of the arena by him until the medics came to take her. She looked bad, that was obvious but how long would it be until she woke up? If the Black Mage wished to speak with her, it might take some time, perhaps not until after his next fight.
Or, perhaps it would be much sooner than he thought. Upon entering the infirmary, Dawnika awoke and threw the medics off of her. "Let go of me! I am fine dammit! I do not need your assistance!" The medics scrambled away from her and the knights jumped in to intervene. "Ma'am, we are going to have to ask you to calm yourself. The healers here only wish to help you." Said the lead knight with his blade pointed out at her. She was in no condition to retaliate against them, she could barely stand. "Just leave me alone and I will not hurt anyone."
Dawnika scanned the room and found her Mage opponent sitting alone pondering to himself. She slowly limped to him, "I believe it is safe to assume that waking up in the infirmary after a battle means you lose. You fight well for a wizard. Magic has never been my strong suit, but I only know that of black magic. Forbidden magics in my homeland that most outsiders fear. On any matter, you have the heart of a warrior and the strength of a soldier. As Queen of Xenithia, I thank you for giving me the opportunity to fight you and hope we can have another good spar in the near future." She took her seat next to his, sitting a couple feet away from the mage.
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