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[b][u]Thaum? - Coliseum[/b][/u]

“I’m sorry, Estelle!” The virtuoso cried out as he got up. Delilah’s rapidfire cursing made it impossible for him to think, let alone wallow in drama, so after rolling pathetically to the side and then scrambling back to his feet, Lute faced the wildcat again with his sword at the ready. The feline didn’t opt to have him garner the chance to rest and immediately launched into a quick volley of attacks. Lute, caked in dirt and having far below the necessary stamina to compete in such a speedy manner, could only block the blows as he was forced back against the bars. 

Thankfully the other guilders rushed to his aid. Dylan’s arrow didn’t completely stun the raging wildcat, but he paused long enough for Lute to regain his momentum. “Why don’t you give it a rest!?” The virtuoso snarled, turning the cat from mere opponent to his personal rage outlet as he delivered his own set of quick slashes and jabs. His main objective right now was to regain ground.

Xandra veered towards the two when she realized that Dylan had run out of bolts.

“Oh, I get it!” Lute’s voice rose an octave. “So your pride is so important that you’re going to kill people for it!?” 
Xandra’s prosthetic reformed into a hammer, and she was about a few feet away from the cat; as she got nearer the metallurgist raised her weapon over her head. Lute heard the crowd reacting to the ambush and deliberately dropped his guard, which resulted with the cat’s daggers tearing down fat gashes his left sleeve. In that split-second that the feline came within a ten-inch proximity to his body, the virtuoso ‘released’ what would most probably be his last wave, except this time there was nothing to hear. The wildcat’s eyes widened in confusion as the noises from the crowd ‘vanished’ completely and he stepped back in alarm, only to have a hammer slam down on his head. K.O, finally.

“Just… give me a second,” Lute dropped to his knees and held up his hand when Xandra approached. “Okay, I’m great. Thanks,” He got back up and the two of them sauntered to where Dylan was. “Thank you for the help earlier, I really needed it. And it’s not the best time to ask this, but can you two tell me your names? When the time’s … appropriate, of course. Next time. Okay, I'm completely messing this up. Again,” He grabbed Bubbles, which had fallen beside the matter artist, and gave the two guilders a grateful stare despite the awkward monologue before glancing towards Estelle and Selan. Ah, fresh feelings of guilt, commence!

“Ugh, I wish I could just-!” Lute outstretched his hand and attempted another attack, except this one ended up (and sounded) like a fart, complete with a small pulse rattling the very air in front of his palm. “Damn it!”