Janius left Julan to his new friends' game. Though Julan might not have fully understood everything, Janius was confident that it would become clearer as he went. Besides, Julan had been taught very clearly how to avoid the worst outcomes, such as infecting people with lycanthropy.

The hours passed and Janius saw them through both by spending time with Kaleeth and Zharanthixil and by finishing the tasks he had left over from the previous day. As the rite approached, he put on as calm a demeanour as he could. He did not care whether the crowd was usual or not, for it made [i]him[/i] nervous to see it.

He tried to ease his fears by chatting with Kaleeth, but he stopped and smiled when Julan approached.

The question he asked did not make his smile fade, but he did stop to think. A few thoughts came to his mind, and few of them were positive.

"If you feel most comfortable fighting with a sword..." Janius glanced toward the Master Hunter. "You remember how to fight against a spear with a sword, right Julan?"

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Ahnasha left such jabs and gashes in Rhazii's arms that he was left not only unable to cleanly strike but unable to effectively defend himself. The speed of the bout did not leave enough time for him to regenerate from his wounds. Ahnasha was left facing a sadly limping Rhazii, barely able to lunge and snap at her with his teeth with any threatening speed.

The fight effectively concluded with Rhazii dropping to the ground and curling up, covering his head with his arms and softly snarling through his still bared teeth. He growled whenever Ahnasha reached anywhere near his where he could see.