[color=0076a3][h3][center]~~Seleth~~[/center][/h3][/color]
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Her blow struck, and she was struck by a brilliant flash of lightning.

Seleth was sent flying backwards from the blow, tumbling and landing upon the ground some distance away. Her spear clattered to the stone ground uselessly next to her. Damn it! Damn it! She could feel her body protesting her trying to move. Blackness colored the edge of her vision, try as she might, Seleth's dazed body could not move no matter how much she tried to force it...

...

Consciousness soon returned. She couldn't hear any cheering. What had happened? Seleth's vision soon returned as a deafening silence permeated the arena. She needed to raise - get up. Gritting her teeth, Seleth moved an arm, firmly planting her hand on the ground as she slowly rose to a kneel. Her breath was heavy, labored, as she tried to make sense of what had happened, an audible gasp from the audience that was quickly followed by one of her own.

Lisia lay on the ground, completely unconscious from their fight. 

An applause followed, as Seleth grabbed her spear and pushed her sore body to her feet. She had won? She was in as much disbelief as the crowd was. There was no cheering, no boast of victory. Only a look of shock from the Dark Elf as she processed the situation. Oh, even if she didn't win against Varjan, she could go home slightly less disgraced, right? Right?

[color=0076a3]"Ha..."[/color] A quiet laugh of relief, before she was unable to completely entertain her excitement, before she lifted the spear high, at least giving the crowd something to talk about...before promptly turning to leave and tripping over her own feet, hitting the ground again. Quickly, Seleth pushed herself to her feet once again, face red with embarrassment before leaving the arena, intending to head back to the Cathedral unless stopped by someone.

Oh wow, she could really use a nice long rest.