Sieve was a little surprised by the fervor coming from his impromptu sanitization squadron. Usually he was told by his superiors where to go and to not die again. [i]A solid bit of advice, I think.[/i]

The field's floor was adorned in strange white runes that seemingly lay dormant. Half a dozen creatures that appeared to be a fusion of rabbit, crab and shield began charging around, unaffected by whatever powers lay in the lines.

His inappropriate moment of wonder was interrupted as soon as his instincts kicked in. Sieve ran as fast as his chunky boots could go. While the game-orb seemed seemed like a good zone to reach, violent squealing noises from all directions called for a change of plans. The skeleton was now near the middle of the field, speedily waddling near the edge until a lone opponent locked eyes[s]ockets[/s] with him. 

A quick look at the enormous silver automaton in the runezone inspired Sieve. [i]I'm normal! I'm as normal as butter and toast![/i] In a prim and irritated manner the doctor stepped out of his boots and neatly set them a smidge outside the combat zone, exposing slivers of white through the movements of his robe. [i]Oh, how lewd of me![/i] 

The creature began to charge at the indecent sack of bones with the strength of a steam train. A wall of solid air would do nothing to stop this abomination. [i]Unless...[/i] Sieve recalled raising a wall of solid air with his wand, but what about his left hand? In a quick hand movement Sieve found himself controlling a sphere of cycling air. He found that manipulating it was like crushing a paper ball. A compact shape was stronger, faster and more precise, but became harder to surpress without the whole mess being undone. The contestant released the tension in his bony fingers and stretched them as far as he could. 

[i]Wind magicks, be my aide![/i]

His words had no effect on the outcome, but his subconscious hid the fact so as to not hurt anyone's feelings in the figurative office in his head. The sphere streaked in a crisp, straight line at his opponent. Sieve let out a cowardly yelp and began running away.