[color=f9ad81]"You do realise that we're opponents in this tournament, don't you?"[/color] 

[color=steelblue]"Aye, I do."[/color]  Dalious stood still and watched as the earthican made quick work of an incoming attacker.  He took the time to quickly take a shot from his flask, almost choking when she mentioned the Mother and Father.  Putting the flask back on his belt, he winced while he cleared his throat.  [color=steelblue]"I'm sure I'll make them proud, it's not actually them I'm interested in...how are you?"[/color]   

[color=f9ad81]"I suppose if you're dead set against 'striking' me then we can avoid one another and if we're the last two standing you can, being of a gentlemanly nature, concede the battle."[/color]

Dalious just stared as she ran off and joined the ongoing fight.  [color=steelblue]"What a woman."[/color]  Finally Dalious was noticed, as a Primfiran ran up to him and started swinging and twirling an axe as if he were a tornado.  Dalious backed and swayed, quickly identifying his repeat movements.  When the opening was presented, he came in with both swords swung together at his chestplate.  The Primfiran took the blow while in a mid air swing, the impact knocking him forcefully to the sand.  

While the Primfiran caught his breath, Dalious noticed one of the mercenaries from his own team was just now walking out of the arena.  He walked over closer to Dalious on his way out.  "You're a disgrace to Luthra, but good job."  The mercenary walked up with a hand to embrace in fair contest, of which Dalious gladly accepted.  Then the mercenary pulled him in closer for a hug, stabbing him with a shiv just under the armor plate where there was no protection.  It was discrete and relatively unseen by most.  Dalious winced, though held in the pain as it was just as quickly pulled out.  "An eye for an eye, Melchior can't always be around to save your ass.  Goodluck."

[color=steelblue]"I'll kill you for this,"[/color]Dalious replied, holding it together for the sake of the show.

"Don't come back home," was all he said, as he walked away toward the exit tunnel.  

The adrenaline and the liquor helped to mask some of the sharp pain at his side, though he could tell it was deep.  Now moving at a bit of a stagger, he made way for the exit himself.  However it wasn't long before a few of the last combatants came toward him to take him out.  

[color=steelblue]"Time out?  Parlay.  I forfeit, mate.  I don't want to play your stupid game anymore."[/color]  Dalious tossed his weapons to the ground. 

An exodus warrior charged in at the pirate, swinging a large mace toward him.  [color=steelblue]"Fuck it..."[/color]  He closed his eyes and took the blow, it knocking him back and to the ground.  His entire body was ringing from it, now the pain settling well all over.  Spitting out some blood, Dalious nodded to the warrior as he moved on and joined the rest of his remaining team to take out one of the earthicans.  

Limping off the field, Dalious pushed people out of his way as he went past them all.  A servant looked on him with a worried expression, though said nothing.  He grabbed the wine she was serving and chugged it down.  [color=steelblue]"Another!  Quickly!"[/color]  His blood was now spilling on the floor, and the farther he walked the darker things became.  [color=steelblue]"Find me a healer would you?  And more wine!  Not necessarily in that order."[/color] he told the servant before taking one last shot, then passing out face first onto a wooden table that broke in two.