"Stop! Have mercy!" Qisal was so scared seeing Lith's fangs closing in to his exposed jugular that he forgot about the rivers of blood that were spurting out of his amputated limbs, painting the floor red.
"Enough. This has never been a fight to the death." Leegaain followed Salaark's lead and stood up as well, but instead of just cursing the defeated Wyvern he sent a wave of mana that reattached Qisal's wings and mended his wounds.
It also Warped Lith in front of the two Guardians.
"You proved your point already. Any more would just be wanton violence." He said.
"What point?" Lith snarled as his body rapidly shrunk and the feathers on his wings disappeared. Once again, the moment his auxiliary cores relaxed back into vortexes, all the extra mass was lost.
"That Qisal is a rude asshole." Leegaain said as all the Dragons and Phoenixes in the arena stood up, giving their brother a standing ovation with the worst possible timing.
