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- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
Declan hadn't known what to expect. A part of him had expected Visrah to fly at him again, sword and water in hand, to try and rend him apart once more. A part of him, a very vain, prideful part, had expected her to flee in terror at such an impossible sight. His mind darted from option to option as he slowly climbed back to his feet. He had thought he was prepared for anything she could do, thought he would be ready to counter.
When she came at him, that was exactly what Declan prepared to do. The silence of the crowd meant that there was no need to kill her to sate their bloodlust, but he had no intention of dying again if he could avoid it. He had gotten his messy exhibition, and had no desire to repeat the effort.
What he didn't expect was for her to suddenly collapse against his chest.
He caught her by instinct, strong but surprisingly gentle arms wrapping around her to support her, even as he stepped back slightly to keep from tipping over. For being such a ferocious fighter, Visrah was surprisingly light, and he was certain in that moment that he could have easily picked her up and carried her bridal style out of the arena. Of course, he didn't, but that realization was also accompanied by the knowledge that the fight was over.
"Declan Hyrell," he answered her, voice equally quiet. One hand released from around her back, lifting into the air in a fist, silently asking for the judgement of the crowd. It was only then that everyone else realized the fight was over too. Declan's eyes flicked about, as a collection of hands lifted into the air, all over the arena, palms open in the gesture of mercy. It didn't surprise him in the least. These people liked the Black Water. Most of them had probably placed their money on her. None of them would want her to die now, not after such a spectacular fight she should have, by all rights won.
Which she hadn't won. Aeron would be very, very pleased.
"Time to go, Visrah," he said, voice still soft. "Fight's over. Go rest."
When she came at him, that was exactly what Declan prepared to do. The silence of the crowd meant that there was no need to kill her to sate their bloodlust, but he had no intention of dying again if he could avoid it. He had gotten his messy exhibition, and had no desire to repeat the effort.
What he didn't expect was for her to suddenly collapse against his chest.
He caught her by instinct, strong but surprisingly gentle arms wrapping around her to support her, even as he stepped back slightly to keep from tipping over. For being such a ferocious fighter, Visrah was surprisingly light, and he was certain in that moment that he could have easily picked her up and carried her bridal style out of the arena. Of course, he didn't, but that realization was also accompanied by the knowledge that the fight was over.
"Declan Hyrell," he answered her, voice equally quiet. One hand released from around her back, lifting into the air in a fist, silently asking for the judgement of the crowd. It was only then that everyone else realized the fight was over too. Declan's eyes flicked about, as a collection of hands lifted into the air, all over the arena, palms open in the gesture of mercy. It didn't surprise him in the least. These people liked the Black Water. Most of them had probably placed their money on her. None of them would want her to die now, not after such a spectacular fight she should have, by all rights won.
Which she hadn't won. Aeron would be very, very pleased.
"Time to go, Visrah," he said, voice still soft. "Fight's over. Go rest."