[u][b]Thessir[/b][/u]

The piercing whistle's cry halted his stab dead in it's tracks.

[b]"Hellia has been defeated via an unavoidable attack! Thessir wins!"[/b]

His arm retracted back to his side, his shoulders slumping a bit as he shifted back to his original shape.

[i]Wait, is that it?[/i]

He wasn't quite sure how to feel. On one hand he was disappointed. She had hardly pushed him even with the limitation he placed upon himself, let alone with the limitations the arena itself imposed upon him as well. On the other hand the faster he was able to breeze through this round the sooner he could get to the real stages.

The paultry applause was clear proof of this. Aside from this fight being among the more boring arena matches he had the displeasure of viewing, let alone participating in, there was simply not going to be any real investment in these qualification rounds. People would come to see the cream of the crop spill each other's blood, not the chaff that stand in their way. That was not to say he was particularly qualified to call himself the greatest fighter there was since he knew for a fact that was blatantly not true. Still, had he known it would boil down a fight as one-sided as this he'd of told the audience to save their money and stay home this day.

[b]"You fought well, Thessir. You may be creepy and awkward but I knew you had skill and talent on you."[/b]

Thessir had been so lost in thought after the fight was called that he was simply standing there, blades still in hand when she roused him from his stupor. He looked over at her as soon as he noticed she was speaking to him, looking more surprised than anything else that she was even talking to him. As soon as she finished her congratulations he flicked the daggers back up into one of the many hidden pockets up his sleeves and brought a hand up to his face, covering his mouth as he stifled his laughter. Patches of his hand were missing the top layer of skin, leaving a reddish subdermal skin layer beneath the spots that were missing.

"Skill? Hihihee- Talint!? Heeheeheeheheheheee!" He was practically grinning ear to ear in a non-literal sense as he was filled with sharp roguish giggling. With a quick wave of his off hand he pushed his hat forward, masking his upper face to an extent leaving only a palm-masked grin above his ratty collar.

[b]"I really couldn't give it my all there. There is something in the air that isn't right."[/b]

He suddenly stopped, his smile vanishing with his hand coming down shortly after.

"Heheh. You... Took it easy?"

Though he tried to hide it he sounded fairly flabbergasted.

[i]What in daylight is she- Does this mean that neither of us were going full out here?![/i] His head was cocked to the side as silent thoughts of perplexity rattled around in his skull.

[b]"You wouldn't know anything about it, would you?"[/b]

He looked up and sort of scratched his head, not really sure what the heck she was on about.

"In the air hm? In the air... In the air..." Trailing off he started looking around, pacing around a bit. He held up a slightly patchy finger, holding it in place for a few moments before bringing the tip of his finger to his tongue. He could taste little else but the flavour of his cloth wound dagger handle, no hints of something that wasn't right whatever that might of been.

"Doesn't taste like anything. Doesn't smell either, unliss you mean me?" He gestured to himself, standing somewhat askew as he leaned to his left a fair bit, his eyebrows quirked in quizzical asymmetry. At this point he was feeling real awkward, not really sure where to go with this awfully one-sided conversation they were having. Real quickly he ran down the list of appropriate farewells for this type of situation, eventually coming down to one which more or less fit the parameters of this conversational junction.

"So, um... Good luck!"

Without even really waving he just sort of started wandering off towards the nearest exit from the hall. He shifted about uncomfortably as patches of his apparel clung to the regions of his body which were touched by the light. This wasn't the worst case of light exposure he'd endured before but it still littered him with a smattering of stinging spots across sections of his upper body and arms. He fiddled about inside his jacket, hands searching for a healing potion he had on him.