Kilter's mind opened as wide as it could, and he shuddered in terror as his fears poured in. But with them... He blitzed across the stadium towards Mags, his eyes glaring with painful fear. 

Mambo attempted to duck to the side as the dragon leaped at him, but to no avail. He was too reliant on his ability to prepare things beforehand, and too confidant that his traps would managed to save him. Despite the fact he had lost, the massive man still wore a smile on his face as he shouted out his formal surrender, much to the booing and cheering of the audience

Mags braced herself for the tackel she knew was coming. It was useless to try and get out of the way. She was hoping to pull a last second dodge, but considering the speed at which Kilter was traveling, that probably wouldn't work out very well.

Cynthiam stopped short from punching Mambo in the head. Growling low in her throat, she withdrew her punch. That was a disappointing ending. This was about the time that the sleeping powder starts to take effect though. Swaying on her feet, she tried to stay conscious and failed. She fell forward as the sleeping powder took hold.

Kilter's path became zig zag as he lost more control over his magic, and cracks began to appear in his normally infallible physical power. The force in his body became unbalanced, and the poor man became even more unpredictable. 

Mambo pulled himself out frmo under Cynthiam, shrugging and shaking his head as he collected his stuff a safe distance away from Mags and Kilter. It looked to be that it'd be just them if Cynthiam was unable to resist...

Mags cursed as she noticed the unpredictability that overcame Kilter. Just great and she couldn't stop the illusion. He would have to break it on his own. The only thing she could do was stop powering it and she had done that awhile back. Now she just had to hope she could survive the next hit.

Cynthiam was out cold. That sleeping powder had done it's job, if a bit late for Mambo's case.

Kilter hit Mags with all he had, in a very roundabout sort of way. His wildly flailing limbs pounded at her with all the force he had left. However, in his odd, unqiue attack, many punches and kicks went wide as he fell onto her,  his eyes twitching as he attacked.

Mags flinched at the hits and kicks that mad contact, but otherwise she was more interested in getting the guy off of her. Placing her hands on his chest, she attempted to push off the failing fighter. She had no idea that Mambo had surrender and Cynthiam was out, effectivetly making her and Kilter the winners.

Kilter jumped back, then threw himself at her again, rabidly. His powerful physical magic was quickly being consumed, but that didn't seem to concern him as he smashed at her with quickly weakening blows.

Mags let out a yelp and threw up her hands and knees to try and protect her more vital organs. Didn't this guy ever give up? As she felt the blows weaken though, she couldn't help but sigh with relief. Surely the fight must be almost over by this point?

Kilter finally began to give, his punches becoming softer and softer... With one final shout of anger, he slammed his fist into Mags, then fell over on one side, twitching gently.

Mags coughed up blood before sitting up slowly. Wiping it from her mouth, she poked the twitching man with her foot. Looking around, a confused look went across her face as Mambo was nowhere to be found, Cynthiam was on the ground asleep and of course her opponent was also the ground. Standing up slowly, she stared out blankly. Did this mean she won?

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Mags groaned as she tightly bound her ribs. She was currently in the medical tent with all the other fighters that were injured that day. Which was just about everyone except Mambo who had run out before he was hurt. Coward.

Terrie made the rounds of the medical tent looking for anyone that she could take the place of. Surely there must be someone?

Kilter had to be tied down as many different poultices and bandages were bound to him. He had trouble keeping himself still, and his jaw clenched as his eyes darted about wildly. Every few seconds the cot he was laying on would jump as residual magics flew around him.

Mambo had gagged the man, but there were still problems. As best he could, the medicine man repaired Kilter's broken aura, wondering how anyone could survive like this. Kilter's magic came at a steep cost, one that no one would have to pay, Mambo thought. But what did he know? For now, he was just the doctor.

Terrie came up behind Mambo and peeked over his shoulder. "Sheesh. Who did he face? A meat grinder?" Her face was twisted up in sympathy as she looked at the poor man. "What is wrong? And seriously, who did he face?"

Standing up slowly, Mags exited the tent. Seeing Kilter, she walked by faster. Wasn't her fault the other couldn't handle fear.

Mambo shook his head as he carefully unknotted another part of Kilter's screwed aura. "It is not his body that needs repaiing, but his magic. What you see on his body are but scratches compared to what he did with his..." Mambo trailed off as he attempted to cover up an especially painful looking part. Kilter's eyes widened as he saw Mags, and he struggled, almost breaking the bonds before Mambo strengthened them again. 

Joyce pulled her needle out of the man, and rubbed the skin where it had been plunged in. The loosely dressed Asian woman was helping people relax for the next battle with acupuncture, although she was also gauging their power and collecting information as she did so. "Come again!' she called musically as she waved the man away.

Seeing the woman from the night before drinking contest, she shook her head. Snorting, she bypassed it and went to the mess hall to get some food. That was what she needed at that moment. Not whatever the girl was offering.

Count shook his head as he entered the building. "You...I have quite a few bones to pick with you." Grinning, he started to advance on Joyce, heedless of the fact that she had needles and probably wasn't afraid to stab him in the eyes. Or other places.

Terrie frowned as he struggled more before looking around. Not seeing anything to have caused this, she shrugged and looke back at Kilter. "Anything I can do to help?" Pain wasn't something she enjoyed seeng on others unless it was the heat of battle.

Karst almsot collided with Mags as he was coming out of the mess hall. He jumped back and performed a little awkward bow, then tried to push past her. "Sorry..." he muttered, looking around nervously. Why was he running into all the high powered ones?

To her credit, Joyce stayed calm. Her eyes didn't betray any of her inner feelings as she raised an eyebrow. "Have you come here for acupuncture? I am quite good, as you may soon find out." she said coolly, twirling her needles around and around in her fingers. "Come, lay down."

Mambo looked to Terrie, and cocked his head. "Depends." he said slowly, rubbing his chin. "Do you know any magic? Actually..." Mambo looked back at the spasming Kilter. "Even if you don't, I have been too busy with his magic to repair his body...we need to get those cuts covered up."