Kaleeth took a long look towards Deerz as he was walking away, before turning her head away with a sigh. "I don't know what to expect anymore." 

For much of the crowd, they were simply impressed that Julan was continuing to fight through his injuries, regardless of how the fight seemed to be going otherwise. Argrei had landed another cut on the same leg, which reopened the wound that had already partially closed. Julan had lost a not-insignificant amount of blood by this point, even if he was just going to start regenerating in short order. 

Pain was also becoming more of a hindrance for Julan. He was starting to feel the wounds he had first received, and was less experienced at dealing with pain than his parents. Argrei would be able to see tears mixing with blood as they rolled down the side of his snout. Of course, with his pain came a fair amount of anger, and a desire to end this quickly. He knew he was going to lose if he did not do something soon, so almost by instinct, he fell back on something that Kaleeth had relied upon before growing her skills: pure, brute force. At the very least, he had the presence of mind to cast another minor healing spell before making his attack. 

With every last bit of strength that he had, Julan let out a desperate scream as he swung towards Argrei's center. It was heavily telegraphed and easily reacted to, but that did not matter. Argrei tried to parry, but Julan adjusted to aim towards the spear itself. He used the unnatural amount of strength required to split the spear's haft clean in two, then twisted his wrist as soon as he heard the snap. Fortunately, Julan managed to turn the sword so that it was the flat of the blade that struck Argrei, because his swing carried straight through onto Argrei's neck. It would leave Argrei painfully bruised, but at least his head was still sitting firmly on his neck. 

A shocked silence fell over the crowd, and even the fighters themselves. With the apparent advantage Argrei had shown throughout the fight, few had expected the outcome. It only took a few seconds for the Master-Hunter to speak, with little apparent emotion. "I judge the fight to be over. The hunter, Kaj-Julan, is victorious." 

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Ahnasha slowly shook her head, her eyes failing to hide her shame. "Not anymore. I guess some early memories still bother me, but the people I kill now are just...nothing." 

Ahnasha turned her head away and unconsciously started to tug as his grasp around her. "He saw me kill one of the bandits. It was a Khajitt. She was screaming, terrified like they usually are when they see a werewolf and realize they can't do anything to stop us. I ended it quickly, just stepped on her head, but the way Rhazii described me...like I was an unfeeling monster. Is he wrong? Is he just naive, or...is there something worse about me? A mother should never terrify her son like I did to him."