Saber leapt backwards from Worru's strike, a little surprised and shocked. How had he missed? It had cost him, too. The hybrid had reacted with uncanny speed--although the mercenary should have been expecting that. He bit his lip. The way things stood now, he wouldn't be able to win. It was that simply. Unless...he recalled a certain incident a while ago. He hadn't been meaning to hurt Worru then, merely to help, but...perhaps...he smirked a little and closed his eyes again, his saber limp at his side. He began praying, hoping for the triad of lights to descend onto the battlefield...but not onto him. [Favor of the Goddesses on Worru]

The crowd watches intently at Saber's move, waiting to see how he will attack. Although, what he is doing doesn't seem surprising. After all, he was severely wounded, and the battle could end at any moment. The crowd gasps as they realize the goddesses refusing to intervene (9+4[roll+INT]vs.15). Will this battle ever end?

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

Worru's once calm face grinned wildly, blood slowly dripping from his self-inflicted gash on the bandaged arm, his eyes still those wildly-changing rainbows. "Quite a problem, isn't this? Your plan has failed, and I must reap these...rewards", was his comments on the last move, the final word sounding much different than any other inflection he had spoken with before. Now, with his right hand raised, the hybrid's arm slowly became covered in shadow energy, culminating at the palm before shooting off in the direction of the Hylian nomad. [[Elemental Burst - Shadow]]

The crowd watched as the malevolent energy approached closer to Saber. Not a word was said from Rafael, even as the burst collided with Saber, (7+1[roll+API]) ending the battle. As contact was made, Rafael announced Worru as the victor, and a few medical workers rushed to the aid of the competitors.