"Your sword can't do shit!" Zare said.
Gorvo drew his sword, but he only showed inches of it, a flash of silver and the rope of the grapnel snapped. It was a snap that echoed in the room. The hook and the remaining solidified mana dissolved.
There was silence until the click of Gorvo returning his sword sounded in the arena. He turned to go and that was when Kyrexiel looked at Zara.
She was silent and he thought her dumbfounded until she slumped and collapsed. Kyrexiel saw the thin cleanly cut line on her neck in the last minute.
Then the arena exploded with shouting that shook the ground, they started chanting his name.
"What the....." Malak shouted. "How did she die? He didn't touch her!"
