The blades sang the deadly song that was being danced upon by the two knights.  Hard to say if the song was the lead or if the dance was what composed the song of steel upon steel.  However, the fact that there was death in each and every strike was not debated.  The rings were echoed by shouts and groans from the spectators. Obviously the fighting pair each had a following.  So entranced where the spectators that they seemed to almost be blind to the obvious danger of being so close to skilled and probably honorable killers but killers none the less.

The thought had barely been processed in his mind when the ground took the attack meant for the Knight Captain. Dirt and grass covered the shins and thighs of the spectators closest to the action. Arn gave thanks that it was not blood and sinew instead.  He figured that as the arbiter it was his job to ensure the safety of those in the immediate area.

The battle mage grunted disapprovingly at the recklessness of Dalmer as his new strike was now aimed at the Captain's chest.  While there was perhaps no doubt the Captain could handle himself, such reckless abandon was not befitting a duel. Still, both knew the risk and they had accepted it. Arn's immediate concern was protecting the soldiers who were definitely not in any way able to evade such attacks. 

He would have to put up walls around the pair, who knew how long and how heated the battle would get.  He concentrated on the Aether, an outline around him beginning to appear.  A few soldiers around him stepped away from him in caution. 

However, before he was able to utilize his connection to Gia and by sheer force cause the ground to rise putting up walls around the dueling knights a different sound from the cheers and metal against metal could be heard. The whirl of propeller and the sudden gust of downdraft cause not only the spectators but the fighters to diver their eyes to the interrupting drop ship. Apparently, a message requested the attention of the Captain. Arn had no doubt that Leo would be upset.  He pitied any adversary the young Knight might encounter on who he could relieve his frustration and having been so rudely denied further pleasure in fighting a man of the Captain's caliber.