It took a minute for the demi-human to completely straighten himself out, though nasty bruising was left on his exposed abdomen. Noah watched patiently from the center of the arena, taking note of the state of his opponent.
'Guess using "Enhance" would be a bit much. Gotta be careful using my axe, too. Rain told me the healers stationed in the arena are top-notch, but if I accidentally cut him in two…Well, not going to risk that,' he considered while rubbing his chin.
Lacian puffed his chest out, sharply exhaling while thrusting both hands forward, "--I'll respect you as a worthy opponent! This is the art passed down through the Karan clan!"
Rapidly, the temperature shifted within the arena as the air seemed to expand with a great abundance of heat.
From above, the eccentric announcer's voice echoed, "H-HERE IT COMES, FOLKS! THE HEREDITARY MAGIC OF THE KARAN CLAN! YOU'RE GETTING YOUR MONEY'S WORTH TODAY, AUDIENCE–IT'S A THING OF BEAUTY!"
