But Arnarra was still standing.
Despite the lightning stun from Kayden, she had managed to raise a partial defense.
Her wood magic had formed a canopy of interlocking branches overhead, just strong enough to deflect the worst of the steel lances.
She staggered, breathing hard, but she didn't fall.
Then Lysandra saw her opportunity.
She raised her hand and whispered, "Times thirty."
And right then a magic circle appeared above Arnarra's head, glowing with dark light as the gravitational force slammed down onto her like a hammer.
Arnarra's knees buckled and herstaff fell from her hand. She tried to push herself up, but the weight was too much.
Her body was forced flat against the ground, and a flash of light consumed her.
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The lesser god raised his hand. "Dragonhold wins!"
The crowd erupted into cheers.
In the Dragonhold section, the champions shot to their feet, shouting and applauding.
