<It just occurred to me that now's a great time to bring Dortumn back in, particularly to interact with Niko and Draco.>
As the finalists go at it, an equal display of strategy and pressure from both sides blazing, the Dwarven military man walks along the arena's inner circle, setting himself past the miscellaneous fighters that were eliminated from the brackets to meet the two he was expecting. Seeing them both, he smiles and greets, "Ah! You boys are still here. Good. I want to meet the four of you after this is all finished. How did you two do?"
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Up on the balcony watch, Marcallus holds in a chuckle when he sees the garbed warrior press through the snapping animals and put down her opponent for even just a moment, "I agree with your assertion from earlier when it comes to most men, but it looks like our monk here is turning out to be a little more than just stiff and rigid." He reaches over to the saber leaning against the couch and draws the blade from it, but does so casually and without any other body movement from him, "The field marshal you met likes to tell me that the best made sword is incredibly sharp, durable, and not flimsy and yet," he takes the end of the blade between his fingers and tugs on it gently to show how the blade bends, "is still capable of bending without ruining the shape of the blade." He carefully releases the pull so that it isn't pwinging haphazardly, and in the blade's original state it still appears undamaged, "Even a man, or in this case a woman, can be a master of conventional combat and still bend just enough to overcome strange challenges."
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