She would yield if it weren''t for the eyes of her enemy. She will show no weakness. Cadaoir knew what would come next.


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    The Lightning... Cadaoir!'' The announcer smiled and gestured to Cadaoir who stepped onto the floating ring. The crowd clapped and cheered more readily for him this time around.


    This Deluge has a sharp grin and savage eyes. Cadaoir had seen the look a thousand times. This man was likely a brutal fighter.


    Stop talking, fight.


    Second duel? Cadaoir was slow to recall those he deemed unworthy. ''We have never duelled.''


    Dashing away from the blade, Cadaoir gave himself space to stay safe. Deluge lunged forward, but his attacks appeared lazy. He''s dazed. The knife was dangerous, but the man behind it not so much. The Monk moved forward and baited an attack from Deluge, who slashed weakly. Cadaoir stepped inside Deluge''s swinging arm and wrapped his own around the limb, locking it tightly and restricting all movement. With his free hand, the Monk struck Deluge in the face, the neck, the throat and the chest multiple times. His speed and power were as much as he could muster, and as affective as could be desired.