"Seems there's more healers this time around - did I make a bad impression last match?" Xin called out, laughing a little. Seeing his opponent already at the other side of the circle, he walked over the line signaling the edge of the circle and took his rightful place inside the arena. "You ready?" he said to his opponent, cracking his knuckles.
OOC: Yeah, but last I knew you were, what? A black mage? You can afford to go second a lot easier than I can
Xin smiled, clenching his right fist as a light red aura began to ripple around him. "Hope you don't mind me starting this off, then, eh...?" Briefly, his hand flashed and sparked, and then a small ball of lightning jumped from his palm, darting across the floor as it made a beeline for his opponent.
OOC: Go ahead. I might not even have one...For my part, I'm playing around the Encampment. I'm taking no chances. Even without a second one, the lowest you can take me down to is 3 if I don't get hit by a creature.
Regardless, I will not play another Extirpate this match.
Taking a deep breath, Xin cracked his knuckles. His face remained impassive, hiding his irritation as he tried to focus on how to get out of this predicament.
A third flagpole joined the first two, flames blazing with red hot fury, but other than that, Xin could do nothing, knowing his opponent had answers to anything he had right now.
That bat had to go, however. Reaching into some of his reserves, he gripped his right hand into a tight fist. Flames roared over the battlefield as a wave of fury engulfed the bat. Even with bestowed strength, it had no chance.
Cyouni simply shakes his head, almost as if in regret. "Fine."
Calling more mana to himself, he adds a dark blessing to the bat. With a surge of mana, the cloak settles onto the bat. With a motion of his hand, Cyouni sends it to attack. On the way, its fangs seem to grow sharper.
Xin bit his lip to keep from exclaiming as the fangs bit deep into his arm, but he could do nothing aside from shake off the bat and turn back to his opponent.
"This battle is pointless, now; what spells I have left can't kill you, and all you're doing is toying with me because you know you have this match in the bag."
Xin glared at his opponent. "I hate conceding, but I hate being jerked around more. Enough games; take your win and be done with it."
Without another word, he slid his knife into the inside of his shoe, pulled his cloak around himself more, dismissed the ties to his mana, and walked out of the circle, not even waiting for the judge to call the win in his opponent's favor.
What was the point, anyways? He had better ways to spend his time; finding a way to earn some money was top on his list, now.
(OOC: Conceding just seems to make sense at this point. With OOC knowledge on what your satchel is, I can't get through your removal. Might as well concede now and see about getting into a quest or something. Good luck )