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[@Mr Allen J]

"You did well fighting such a beast!" Exclaimed Fafnir, who had now sheathed his Lance. Crimson looked towards the wounded and holy combatant as the dragon-like stranger fled the battle. "A cowardly tactic, is it not? Shame to him, I take it your partaking in the tournament as well?" The rough yet gentlemanly and aged voice exclaimed beneath the armored helmet. His tail would slither back and fourth in his standing pose, unsure of what judgement to make of the stranger aside from an impressive fighting skill.