BRACKET 001: Lan/Jareth/Loch v Rictor/Caspar/Siri | COMPLETE
“Team battle,” the holy knight snarled back, even as he struggled to get back to his feet, the axe nicking one of the breaks in his armour.
Caspar, of course, was used to engaging two foes at a time. He was a fucking Sentinel; going up against horribly mismatched odds was basically a part of the job description. But fighting two foes while Siri took damage? That was an entirely separate question. His attention thoroughly diverted by the two Lans attacking Siri, Caspar tried to maneuver closer to the mage to help protect her, uncaring about the damage Loch dealt him in the meantime. He swung his hammer towards one of the two Lochs attacking him, but didn't even stop to see if his aim had rung true. Siri came first.
His attack passed through the mirage like a rock creating ripples on the water’s surface. The real Loch was unharmed and still behind him, but now she had a more interesting weak point to attack than a joint in Caspar’s armor or an opening in his stance. As long as he was rushing to the girl’s aid, he’d be sacrificing some of his own defense to keep her safe, if attacks against her unsettled him.
Serendipity cut a slash down the girl’s back, tearing her flimsy mage’s robes. The wound wasn’t deep, but one look at the sickly tinge of the flesh around it and Loch knew Poison had taken hold. The girl’s scream made her two team members falter in their attacks for a moment, and Loch smiled. A moment’s hesitation was more than long enough to lose a battle.
As a mage Siri lacked the more secure armour fighters had; it was no impediment to the slash of a blade and while the wound was not deep the contact caused Siri to panic as poison seeped in taking a steady hold on her. The scream left her lips, but whether it was the wound, the poison, Loch or all of these that caused it was impossible to tell — maybe all three. Siri felt the uncomfortable taste of dirt in her mouth as she was knocked off.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she made a mental note to never again get involved in tournaments like this. A note that she would forget next tournament as soon as Rictor and Caspar signed up.
Everything went downhill from the time that the mage hit the floor. The holy Knight and Sentinel were easy to pick off after that, and not even a minute later, the match was called in favor of the mime, the berserker and the ninja.