[i][h2][color=MediumSeaGreen]Lora Kadar and Sarah[/color][/h2]
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The girl continued running from Lora so she changed course; she sprinted towards where her spear had stuck in the ground, twisting and ducking to avoid the continuing arrows. She grabbed the shaft and wrenched the weapon from the ground, and then leapt to the ground. Lora rolled out and parallel to Sarah, turning to look at her and knocking an arrow away with her spear. 

“How many arrows do you have?” Lora called, turning to the girl with bewildered amusement. They just [i]kept coming[/i]. “Is that a magic quiver, by chance?”

"Hey, you're catching on!" Sarah gave a laugh as she briefly came to a stop. She drew another arrow, spinning it quickly in between her fingers before aiming again. "I've had it for a little while! After all if I just ran out of arrows I'd be kind of... useless after a few minutes, wouldn't I? Your spear is pretty normal though, isn't it?"

Lora lingered on the ground when Sarah stopped, taking the pause in their fighting to catch her breath and push down the pain in her arm. She heard the girl’s hesitance and grew more confident in her previous assertion—all she needed to do was reach her and she’d be on top. 

She glanced down at her spear and smiled gently, glancing back up again. “As normal as the rest of me,” Lora offered, one of her ears twitching in amusement as she winked at Sarah. And then she jumped up, launching towards the girl.

"Oh well that's good, if there's no tricks I have to worry about then I should be fine oh Divines what are you doing?!" Sarah went from genuinely cheerful to genuinely surprised as she leaped backwards, eyes widened at Lora's sudden assault. Quickly she began unleashing arrows once more, almost at a desperate pace as she realized she was getting closer and closer to the wall of the arena.

"Will you just please be hit by one of these already? I won't aim for anywhere important, I swear!"

Lora pushed against the ground harder, skipping between the arrows and barely making it out unscathed. She could hear the surprise and see the desperation starting to fester, and even more importantly she could see the wall looming close behind Sarah. 

She almost laughed at the girl’s plea, but instead narrowly avoided getting stuck in the stomach. “You hit my arm earlier!” she called, moving said arm out of the way of another arrow. “I think it’s your turn to be hit!” Lora offered politely, spinning on her heel to gain momentum and hurling the spear at Sarah’s middle once more.

"Not yet!" Sarah exclaimed, even as she dove to the side. The move was desperate, just to avoid the spear entirely as it stuck into the wall. She rolled, turning back around to jump up and face the rapidly approaching Lora once again, in order to fire off once again. It was only a single arrow, though, as she instead brought both hands to the wood of her bow, as if preparing for something.

Sarah dove without running, and that was the opening she needed. Lora rushed forward at the girl, almost close enough to grab her. But there was just enough space for Sarah to clamor for her bow and send off one arrow—Lora let it plunge into her as she lunged at Sarah, the arrow sinking into her stomach as she made to tackle the girl to the ground.

Sarah yelled out even as she went down, arms flailing up and around. Though the movement seemed to be wild, there was a purpose to it that was yet to be revealed mostly because the two of them hit the ground hard. Sarah's head bounced against the ground heavily as she let out an, "Oof." It may have been looking bad for her, but she wasn't done yet. With her free arms up above her head, she brought her bow down onto Lora heavily, exclaiming, "Let me go!"

The slam of the bow on her head resounded through her stomach, making Lora cry out as the arrow jostled around. She winced and grabbed at Sarah’s wrists, pushing her hands away long enough to straighten and snap the arrow stuck in her stomach. She grunted and took a deep breath, turning back to Sarah and making to snatch the bow from her hands.

Sarah rolled away in order to avoid the grab, along her side. With the movement she jumped back up, in order to swing the weapon with both hands like a club, right at Lora's head once again. "Just stop already, this is ridiculous!"

“By all means,” Lora began, wincing as she deflected the bow with her bad hand and held tight to it. She wrenched it forward to pull Sarah back down to her and let out a growl. “Yield, please. I don’t want to hurt you, really.”

"Ugh!" Sarah groaned loudly, trying to keep a hold of her bow before suddenly letting it go, as if in an attempt to throw Lora off balance from the sudden lack of resistance. She immediately followed it up with a full body shove from herself, though that did very little all things considered.

Lora fell back only slightly when Sarah let go, tossing the bow aside and grabbing Sarah as she made contact and tried to shove her. Lora used the girl’s attempt to pull them both back to the ground, rolling to pin Sarah to the ground. 

Once more, Sarah started to struggle, but it was useless. She groaned loudly once again, finally huffing as she went limp, her eye twitching several times. "Fine, fine! I give up! You win!"

Lora grinned, letting go and sitting back on her heels over Sarah. “See?” she offered warmly. “That wasn’t so hard. Good fight,” she nodded, the sharp ache in her stomach and arm starting to surface. “Are you okay?” Lora asked, uncomfortably aware of the steady flow of blood saturating her shirt front. The girl didn’t seem too damaged anywhere, except perhaps in ego.

"Hmph! I'm fine, I'm all fine here now, thank you! How are you?" Very clearly Sarah was extremely disgruntled, crossing her arms even as she continued to lie on the ground, just staring up to the ceiling.

Lora frowned at the girl’s displeasure, before glancing down to face the reality of her body’s condition. “Well, actually—Oh! I think I’m bleeding on you a little, my apologies!” Lora rolled off the girl and sat up gingerly, cradling the half of the arrow still stuck and trying to sop up the dripping blood with her sleeves.

"Just keep it covered." Sarah groaned this as she remained where she was on the ground, just sighing loudly as she placed both of her hands behind her head, remaining on the ground.

Lora did just that, pressing the fabric around it tightly against the wound and scooting back to lean against the wall. “You might be a little happier,” she pointed out, “you did very well for the most of it! I quite enjoyed that.”

"Yeah it was a good fight, just wasn't my match up." Sarah sighed again, still not moving, even if she wasn't injured at all, really. "I'm sure Badain will finish things off, though."

Lora’s frown returned, beginning at the girl’s shift of attitude from pleasant and fun to unpleasantly sour and growing when the girl mentioned what she could only assume to be another fighter. “Badain?” she asked, her tone short for the first time that day. “Who is he fighting?”

"Oh, the blue haired guy?" Briefly, she looked up, and then she dropped back down afterwards. "Yeah, that's him!"

Only briefly did Lora’s eyebrows furrow, until she caught Cyril’s figure fighting another man, and then her eyebrows slanted down in worry. After a moment of watching them, her eyebrows converged once more in defiance. 

“If you think Badain will win, you really have no idea who he’s fighting.”