Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-6006054-20150304025325/@comment-6006054-20150307021207

Uvaryl stepped back a few more steps. Magni advanced on the disabled dunmer. "I.." Uvaryl said through clenched teeth, "...yield...".

The altmer leaned over to the imperial and said some quietly to him. The imperial shook his head.

"We have a victor!" the crier shouted, thus ending the fight. Uvaryl tried to scoop up his sword and shield with his working arm, but could not. The dunmer cursed in his native tongue as he staggered from the arena.

"You! With the lovely mask and lovelier sword!" The Crier yelled, pointing towards Blade. "Head to the arena!" The Crier then picked out a breton and sent him to the arena to face Blade.