Getting the hang of things, Rafael flew to the middle of the arena, hovering at the location as he did his duties. "For our next match, we have two more wonderful contestants with us again! Saber and Worru! These two are very used to battles as they've participated in the Grand Tournament. Let's hope they put on a good fight!" he said, flying to the side to allow the two room to fight.

OOC: Worru goes first.

Worru had spent some time preparing for this fight, knowing full well that he had a better chance of losing to the older Hylian nomad, after his earlier fights experience had taught him that much. He would swing his sword, try an elemental burst once, and continue to add on to his list of failures, but goddesses bless his heart, the boy would try. So now, as he stood on his side of the arena, he unsheathed his sword, and then froze on the spot.

The boy had stood there frozen for a few seconds, then sheathed the bronze blade, and held out one arm, that now had dark, twisted energy spiraling down to his palm, where a ball of this pure evil energy was resting and growing. "Elemental Burst...Shadow.", was the hybrid's only words, as the shot raced from his own hand, to try and attack the opponent. [[Elemental Burst Lv2]]

OOC: Worru: STR 2//DEF13//AGI 6//INT 1//SPI 1//HP 61//SPL 27//WILL-9
Saber: HP-41//SPL-11//STR-10//DEF-17//AGI-3//INT-4//SPI-1//WILL-9

IC: The burst of darkness is unable to be resisted by Saber (7+1[roll+SPI]=8 ) (Saber-21). "Worru's coming out strong by taking advantage of Saber's weakness!" Rafael shouts to the crowd from his location above the stage. "Let's see how saber retaliates with so much damage done to him!"

OOC: Worru: HP-61 SPL-21 Will-9
Saber: HP-20 SPL-11 Will-9

Saber stood there, the dark energy surrounding him, his knees nearly buckling from the pain. This all felt so familiar. Just like last time, against Alpha. He knew immediately that he didn't stand a chance--how could he? He knew the path this fight would take. He would struggle to heal himself every time he could, while being pelted with the same spell over and over, never attacking again. He didn't want to go down as a coward again. Last time had been hard enough to bear. He knew that eventually his luck would run out. Well, he wasn't going to rely on luck anymore. He was going to do everything he could to bring Worru down. He raised his palm, pointing it straight at the hybrid, and gasped out one word, the muscles in his arm twitching and jerking every which way, still spasming from the blast. "Fire."

The blazing inferno launched by Saber charges toward the ranger. It collides in a huge mass of flames with him, and he is unable to mitigate the damage caused by the spell (18+1[roll+SPI]) (Worru-14 HP). "Even though these two aren't mages, they seem to be resorting to magic!" Rafael shouts as the crowd watches the spells go back and forth, wondering how long they can keep it up.

OOC: Worru: HP-47 SPL-21 Will-9
Saber: HP-20 SPL-6 Will-9

Just as another blast of green-tinted darkness was about to unleash a fatal barrage on the young man that was across from the hybrid, it was cut off by a wave of his left hand. "No. I wanted to fight here. I am going to get my fight.", Worru said as he unsheathed Swiftspirit, the bronze blade glowing in the light, as a dagger was pulled out of a place not to be named, as the boy charged towards the nomad with intent to harm him. [[Dual Wield Lv2]]

The audience watched Worru closely. There excitement level had greatly increased with the beginning of physical attacks finally. Any attempts by Saber to block or dodge the oncoming attacks would prove only to be futile as the attack lands with a crash (17+6[roll+AGI] vs. 17+3[DEF+AGI]) dealing 12 damage. Saber is able to hold on, but how much longer can he hold on?

OOC: Worru: HP-47 SPL-21 Will-9
Saber: HP-8 SPL-6 Will-9

Saber winces as he staggers backwards, the blow proving to damage him even more. His hands clasp as he begans to pray for healing, but something stops him. No. I don't want to be that person. Then an idea comes to him. In the back of his mind, a little plan begins to unfold. It'll require luck, but should it pay off...a grin plasters his face as his hands open outwards, both firing out a burst of flames, hopefully unexpectedly.

"It seems like Saber is going to try to heal himself with the help of the goddesses," Rafael says, not aware of the sudden move the mercenary was about to make. He gasps along with most of the crowd at Saber's unexpected spell. The massive inferno charges towards Worru like a flock of angry Cuccus toward an annoying swordsman. The bursts of fire engulf Worru for a few moments before settling down without being resisted (17+1[roll+SPI]).

OOC: Worru: HP-33 SPL-21 Will-9
Saber: HP-8 SPL-1 Will-9

The dagger was sheathed, or returned to the place the boy had it in the first place, now gripping the handle of his own sword with the intent to give the nomad across from him the best he could, albeit with a tiny handicap. First scraping the edge of the blade on the ground beneath them, and waiting for the sparks to completely vanish, the boy dashed past Sabertache, and with a tiny spin on the edge of the arena, Worru charged until he was right before the man, and then...

He stopped. In a quick, fluid motion, he sheath the sword just like the dagger. Not a word was said, but he remained where he was before the man.

Rafael flew closer to the two competitors to get a better view of the coming attack. The problem was that Worru didn't attack. The crowd stared at the two with dumbfounded expressions. There was no attack, nor was anyone forfeiting. "Fight you two!" an old man in the crowd shouted. He was about to shout something else, but was stopped by Rafael and the crowd giving him a cold stare. Rafael turned back to the fight moments later, wondering what was going on.

Saber had raised his blade into a defensive position when Worru charged him with his own sword, but he never felt the clash of metal on metal that he had been expecting. Turning to locate his opponent, he found the boy simply waiting before him. He blinked at the hybrid a few times, a question forming on his lips, before he decided against it. If it were some kind of trick...he lashed out with his saber, a hit hopefully guaranteed at such a close range. [9 Willpower]

OOC: Alright, I'll be gone until Friday due to Disneyland. If I get disqualified for that, heads will roll. More specifically, a head. More specifically, Kuro's

OOC: Well, I guess Worru wouldn't mind if I extended the deadline then...

IC: Saber's retaliatory attack misses the ranger (5+3+9[roll+AGI+Will] vs. 17+6[DEF+AGI]) whose Sheikan agility comes in handy. The crowd is stunned; Saber seemed to be determined to hit with that, but it seemed something wasn't on his side as the blow missed entirely. "Saber's not having a very good day today," Rafael says, awaiting the next move.

The hybrid of a boy stood there, eyes now focused on the man before him. His amythest-colored eyes began to flicker, changing from a dark green into a bright red, and ending at some kind of rainbow color, as his bronze-colored blade was unsheathed. With something of a clever grin also on the nomad that was before him, that man's blade not having hit him at all. With a quick movement, the boy stabbed at the Hylian before him, but after the move had finished, Worru quickly slashed his left arm, the same one that was bandaged, looking very serious. [[Willpower: 9]]

The ranger's attack lands (8+6+9[roll+AGI+Will] vs. 13+6[DEF+AGI]), dealing 7 damage to himself in the unexpected move. The crowd gasps, wondering why Worru would attack himself. Did he want to allow Saber a fair chance? Whatever the case, Worru was doing some surprising things.

OOC: Worru: HP-26 SPL-21 Will-0
Saber: HP-8 SPL-1 Will-0