Cobra was clearly surprised by the response. He'd expected everyone to be emptied out, he was clearly not happy being proven wrong.
"You better watch your back assholes. Because poison always strikes when you don't expect it." He said with a disapointed and bitter tone as he trew a purple lacrima to the ground. With a cliché puff of smoke he disappeared. When the smoke cleared a figure in the distance became visible, she lowered the bow she was aiming straight at Cobra. "Damnit..."

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Ciskel had watched events unfold with some amusement. "About time these two stopped floating around each other." he mumbled.
He reflected on the short match they had, he wasn't hurt or tired in the slightest, but he didn't feel like he did a lot to Galen either. Maybe he wasn't ready to become a saint yet after all. The games would be a good measure of his power.

Ciskel's train of thought was interupted by a massive fireball that lit up the nights sky. "Holy sh-"
He'd forgotten about the fire spell he was controlling and the mass of energy had escaped his prison of force. Luckily no one got hurt.
"I'm getting more of those lacrima.."