Tycondrius had previously fought in a duel on contested territory. The participants fought with quarterstaves. Blunted weapons are generally more appropriate for training purposes and lowering the probability of injury.
Within the Stormbrands' dueling ring, Pyromancer Photios was utilizing Second-Circle spells, each capable of decimating a squad of unranked warriors. Tancred Mors was swinging around a weighty axe more appropriate in a slaughterhouse than on a battlefield.
Athena Vanzano winced and averted her gaze when the Tancred struck Photios down.
"H-he should be okay," Athena whispered, perhaps more for herself than for Tycon. "We... we have a healer. That's Mister Occam, now."
Tycon watched a human in a dark coat approach the fallen mage. Long, raven-black hair, eye-patch and scar over an eye, unshaven beard, wrinkled and tattered clothing, Occam appeared just as rough as his peers.
⟬ Occam, Iron-Rank Human Cleric. ���
