Arthur had completely disregarded Nyssa's loss to Henrik. He had already known the outcome from the get go, so why would he be concerned about the loss of Nyssa?
Even with the new Fae that Arthur had given her, Arthur had also given Fae to Henrik in order to boost his own strength even further. Neither one was at a significant disadvantage over the other, although both parties still lacked somewhat in regards to their Fae.
But something like that, would eventually be remedied over time.
At any rate-.
Arthur glimpsed down at the main stage, noticing that the slight metallic shimmer that it once possessed vanished as Henrik deactivated his Steel Shifting Fae.
Nyssa had been carted off, given some emergency treatment by one of the referees, before being sent to the the medical tent. Quite a number of young men, in addition to a large number of young women, looked at Henrik fearfully as he too received treatment for his shoulder and back.
He had just smashed a metal rod against the face of a beautiful young maiden. If she wasn't a Fae Master, Nyssa would most likely possess a scar for the remainder of her life. He was willing to cripple a beauty in order to win.... many of the young women who thought fondly of his strength, shivered whenever they gazed at Henrik's burly body.
Arthur shrugged his shoulders, cracking his neck slightly as he waited patiently for the next fight. He wasn't in any particular rush to speed up this event, although he did end up closing his eyes for a moment, instead opting to cultivate silently at the very back of the crowd.
The noise had been completely blocked out, the moment Arthur started refining his vapour ruby origin essence.
He didn't particularly care much for the next fight, seeing as though he had already known the outcome of the entire Tournament, but the two competitors did interest Arthur slightly.
He didn't know if his presence had changed certain events, but the influence on both of these two were minimal, even if he gave a couple Fae to one of them.
The announcer, voice booming and tone exciting, raised his arms up and gestured to the participants of the next fight, still sitting in the waiting booth.
"The participants for the second fight of the semi-finals are.... Dagen and Kristof!".
A ripple appeared in Arthur's mind, one which vanished as quickly as it appeared.
Considering he thought that Dagen was someone worth grooming into a pawn, he was interested in the growth that he had undergone over the past month. Guiding and teaching a waste was worthless, and a complete waste of Arthur's time more than anything else.
He had seen Dagen become strong during the course of his previous life, and knew that gentle pushes in the right direction would allow him to exceed his destined capabilities.
Dagen specialised in Blood Attributed Fae. A powerful, but potentially draining Attribute for both Fae Masters and spirit beasts. Blood Attributes drew strength from the potency of ones blood, similar to the way that Nyssa uses her strengthened blood to mimic the actual abilities of a White Devil.
However, Dagen purely specialised in Blood Attributed Fae. The uses of the Blood Attribute were far more varied, and more far reaching than most other types of Fae.
Dagen and Kristof glanced at each other for a moment before the latter nodded, standing up and walking towards the main stage.
Dagen narrowed his eyes slightly and approached the main stage, his footsteps steady, and his breathing pattern smooth.
The roar of the crowds had completely vanished from their minds, and both of them, despite being mortal born, had the talents, and the mindsets to become Fae Masters. They didn't distract themselves by gloating and showing off their abilities, instead honed them, and allowed themselves to exceed the others in their class without too much trouble.
Neither one of them had Kovacs blood, but Kristof, with his burly physique did seem as though he was an actual blooded Kovacs.
Dagen was much shorter in comparison, shorter than Kristof, and shorter than Arthur by an entire head.
His physique was much more suitable for speed-based, or dexterous forms of combat. His arms were also quite long for someone of his height as well.
The referees glanced at the two young men, before turning towards the Clan Leader, who just smiled before lifting his arm up.
"Let the second match of the semi-finals.... begin!".
Kristof, with his ice breath fae and his white lizard scale fae, activated the moment the battle started! A seemingly unrelenting torrent of white coloured ice shot out from Kristof's mouth towards Dagen's who made no action, or gesture to indicate that he was going to dodge.
He raised his arm, and activated a Fae, the space in front of him glowing a brightly coloured crimson for a moment before the wave of ice and snow washed over Dagen.
Kristof, and many of the eyes in the crowd widened, as gasps and screams filled the air.
They didn't catch Dagen's movements, or anything before he was completely enveloped by the ice breath.
However-.
As the ice vanished, Kristof's eyes narrowed as he noticed the bright red tinted shield in front of him. It almost seemed as though Dagen possessed a strange variation fae which could create red coloured ice, which blocked the ice breath that he had launched towards him.
The look of confusion on Kristof's face became an expression of shock as the "shield" slowly moved apart, becoming lances crafted out of the crimson coloured ice.
Kristof couldn't restrain his surprise!
"You used the Blood Lance Fae to create a shield.... and then used the power of my ice breath fae in order to freeze them! You-".
Dagen didn't say a word as he launched the frozen blood lances towards Kristof, causing his burly opponent to dodge to the side as the icy red projectiles pierced through the stone platform, burying themselves deep into the ground.
Kristof noticed the power behind each lance and frowned for a moment before his eyes widening, remembering the name of an extremely common Fae.
"Woodpecker Fae!?".
This time, Dagen smiled slightly conjuring another set of blood lances above him, this time, activating another one of his own Fae, one that Arthur had given him.
The crimson coloured lances glowed with a dark aura, the faint drops of blood that fell off the tips of the lances touched the ground, causing the platform beneath him to sizzle slightly as numerous acidic holes formed.
Kristof, despite his appearance wasn't as idiotic as one might've thought.
"Blood Poison Fae!? What the-".
The next wave of Blood Poison Lances shot towards Kristof, forcing him to retreat out of the range of Dagen's blood lances.
The spot where said blood poison lances landed, exploded with a crimson liquid. The blood poison was potent enough to melt through stone, which caused many of the Elders to frown, seeing the strength of said Fae.
Elder Vova just shook his head, shrugging his shoulders slightly.
"I don't know where this young man has got it from, but that isn't a Rank 1 Fae. That's a Rank 2 Blood Poison Fae!".