How we think the fight will go
Unlike with the dwarf and man-boy, Kylar felt there was nothing funny about this next assignment. Killing a woman—no matter how vile—left that little bit of him that was still Azoth disgusted. To kill for survival was one thing.
To kill for the pleasure of others…
Yet there was an aspect of survival here, too. And that same piece of Azoth recognized the need to survive more than anyone. It just didn’t do anything for his conscience.
Not that it mattered—both he and Julia were simply pawns in this morbid game. And while he moved about the stadium, he knew there was nothing to be gained by losing—not that there was any concern about that.
Julia’s attacks were becoming repetitive, as if her knowledge of magic, while certainly great, was still limited compared to some of the great wizards Kylar had met and battled. And, despite her ferocity, he could see her frustration mounting as magic missiles, fireballs, waves of darkness, and blinding light were all devoured by the black ka’kari. Her curses—though unfamiliar to his ear—nevertheless struck a chord.
But Kylar said nothing. He simply dodged what he could—especially the attacks that weren’t directly magical, like the rocks Julia lifted from the earth to hurl at him—and let the ka’kari take care of the rest. He knew it was a matter of time…
The poison he had selected to put in her dinner last night had been a subtle one. It was a mixture of vineshade and a rare sun-pepper root, both incredibly toxic, and yet with odd effects when combined. For one thing, the death wasn’t instantaneous. Indeed, if anything, death might not come at all. For the two plants basic natures opposed each other, and it was only through a catalyst that their potency could be observed.
In such a combination, the catalyst was anger.
Kylar knew of Julia’s temper. And he knew she would be frustrated by her inability to harm him. That her emotions would consume her—and ultimately, so would the poison.
As she fell to the ground, he breathed a small sigh of relief. It wasn’t much, but the fact that it was her own personality that was her downfall somewhat assuaged his conscience.
He knelt over her body and closed her eyes. Azoth whispered something that almost seemed like a prayer, then stood up.
He was once again Kylar Stern.
And there was more killing in his future.
Predicted Winner: Kylar Stern
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