[h1][center][color=orange]Zectoll[/color][/center][/h1]

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[i]Day 4:Duel of Goblins, concluded[/i]

Zectoll did not see the final blow coming, even if he had, he did not have the energy to avoid, having put everything into his counter-strike. The hook hit him the side, knocking him off balance. As Lomen crashed to the ground, so did Zectoll, his body rolling past Lomen as he tumbled to the ground. The cavern floor was cold and hard against his flesh, a stray rock nicking his forehead. Zectoll did his best to rise to his feet, the spar had taking a lot out of him. He could feel the dull ache of blows upon his body.

After rising he went over to Lomen, to see how his brother fared. He could feel the knew skills he had learned. Through the tumultuous effort of the spar. Surely he thought, that Lomen also gained several skills. Together they had gained much, in both pain and skill. [color=orange]You are a fierce fighter indeed brother.[/color] Zectoll said as he reached a shaky hand to Lomen, attempting to help him up. Though he was standing, Zectoll was completely exhausted and sore from the bout, his feet trembling slightly as he walked.



 
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