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[color=69D7CC]“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”[/color]

Eli closed his eyes in front of his opponent, channeling the latent energy from his soul as his aura became apparent to even those who were not magically inclined. It flashed in hues of gold and crimson and as the water-forged blade struck him they instantly evaporated into steam upon striking him. His smile dropped, a tone of disappointment lingering over his words. He had hoped that when he arrived he could get by on all of his skill and none of his gods-gained talent. None of the magic that he resented so much. 

He moved backward, listening to his opponents movements and still refraining from being hit. He spoke as he did so, until he sent some easily defendable strikes back as well.

[color=69D7CC]“I was born underneath a shooting star, you know.”[/color] He uttered matter-of-factly as he reopened his eyes, his feet digging into the ground. [color=69D7CC]“Since you want to tarry with magic, should I show you mine? Or would you prefer we keep this a skill-based contest?”[/color]

His query felt ominous in some way.

There was a smell to it as his aura returned back to its natural, non-visible form.

[color=69D7CC]“You could also choose to drop your weapon and give up now. Save me the time. Not that I care either way. As long as I get a good fight, it would be fun for me.”[/color]