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Salem watched the two masked beings closely, feeling the earth beneath his feet rumble as he could see trees both in his peripheral as well as behind the pair, shifting and moving closer to them. This was a challenge like any other, and if the previous one was anything to go by then the trees were the hard timer for them to either win or lose. The magic was enough of a distraction that when he had returned his attention, he noticed the vampire was now lunging towards him. His arm was grotesque in the way it was shaped, holding the sword at an odd angle and making for an unconventional form of attack. Salem held up his glaive, pointing it towards the swordsman at an angle in an attempt to either catch the blade within the glaives mouth, or to use the length of the shaft to block the sword and quickly disarm his opponent with a twist of the glaive.

Victor on the other hand didn’t seem too concerned with the fight that was currently raging on. He hadn’t joined in yet, only grabbing the obsidian axe as he made his way towards the cottage that was behind Salem. Salem had no idea what it was that his partner was doing, whether he was simply going up to the other Astorio to confront him, or perhaps he found another way to complete this task. Whatever his plan was he needed to do it fast before time ran out. As Salem prepared for the onslaught from the Vampire, He slowly allowed some of his magic to connect with the ground, growing up a long blade of grass slowly behind the mage’s leg in an attempt to help remove their mask without their partners notice.