[h3]Grant Vale -- Magic Games Event[/h3] As he lay there on his back, his senses slowly flooded back to him. He was washed away amongst pains he had never felt before. Were these… Burns? Must be. Karn would see the magic circle the Blood Mage had left on his wrist shatter. The mage wasn’t quite out however, and slowly pushed himself to his feet. His wounds were still closing, and his eyelids were low and heavy. He slowly bent over and picked up his first knife now, blood freely dripping from the only two wounds that weren’t healing, the ones on his trembling hands. For once his looks reflected what was inside the man. Penny might realize that her fire had done nothing to him, and it was Karn’s that almost put him out.

[color=Crimson]"..Teach me not to take every advantage I have..."[/color] He’d say softly, shoulders slouched. The mage would blink slowly before fully opening his eyes. They’d be unfocused, but one thing would be overly clear; the magic circle over the Iris and pupil of his right eye. It’d be brighter than ever now, and it’s obvious he was very displeased with the two of them. [color=Crimson]"You two should’ve played along. Would’ve made things a lot easier on all of us. We could’ve all been top scorers for the round."[/color] He’d blink again, and the circle would go away. He’d laugh weakly, a bloodied smile on his face as he stumbled towards the edge. He looked Penny dead in the eye before speaking again. [color=Crimson]"Next time we fight, I’m going to slit your throats."[/color] His suddenly cheerful disposition failed to disguise the threat in any meaningful way. After sliding his knife into his belt, he finally let himself black out, falling off the edge of the Arena towards the ground. The magic around the arena would catch him and deliver him safely to the ground.

[@Caits][@Silver Fox]