"Well done, Little Brother," Heila said with a faint smile on her lips as she placed a hand on the young Frost Walker lord's knee. The screams of pain and fear above her tugged at her healer's heart, but just as she had done on the sands of the arena, she clamped down firmly on her resolve and reminded herself that the sooner they brought the battle to an end, the fewer people would suffer and die.
"Lord Jalal, Kurtz," Heila said as she looked down the short tunnel to the plaza where Dame Sybyll and Sir Tommin clashed. "Those templars have bad manners," she said with a frown as she watched them supporting Tommin with healing energy. "Teach them to fight their own battles," she said.
Both warriors gave only the briefest of nods before charging toward the plaza, each racing with blood that boiled at the notion of interlopers interfering with what should have been a duel between Champions.
