The momentum of battle was such a fickle thing. This knowledge was no stranger to Langderosa Cyanwrath either. He'd been in the shoes of the one that turned the fight around just as well, and now that the fight turned on him, he could only blame his own carelessness. Too much aggression, too little focus on protecting himself. His blade may have turned towards the attack, but it did so a fraction of a second too slowly. The second attack to come, for that he did not even possess such a chance. And of any normal warrior he could have taken these two blows in stride and kept on fighting. But not one whose strikes were flavoured with divine vengeance itself. By letting himself be hit, he had failed to keep his lead in this battle. And by failing to keep his lead, he had suddenly fallen right into the jaws of defeat.

As the second attack knocked him off-balance, his blade still turning in the air to meet the champion's in another strike, this one in retaliation rather than the proactive role he'd commanded, Cyanwrath felt his consciousness slipping from him. His greatsword clattered to the ground, bouncing a few times on the slightly uneven floor dotted with small rocks, the half-dragon himself falling on one knee without the intent to do so. The light of the [i]Pale Lady[/i] circled under his scales, the sparks of his lightning dim in comparison. "Your allies… cheated", he noted as the last thing before the light flashed outward from his eyes and nose and he would fall over on to his side with a single spasm of his muscles.

The tone his words had carried had not been the expected one. He hadn't been angry. He'd been bested in the end, and he couldn't see it having been the fault nor merit of those that had unjustly intruded in his duel. The tone, unlike the one with which he'd yelled at Brannor in their earlier combat, it had now been only dissatisfied. Not with his opponent. But those that he called his friends.

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Cyanwrath succumbs to the damage dealt to him by Brannor and is unable to act, falling prone to the space he previously occupied and dropping his greatsword.

We move on to Kyra [@Norschtalen].
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