The human charged through the room, and it didn’t take a telepath to realize murder was on his mind. Dropping to the floor she slid between the stools under the table, even as chunks of another piece of table smashed into the top of the table she had ducked under. She was on raw instinct, even as she carefully sheathed her blade and remained low, moving through the arena now and getting room from the voice that was calling for one of the combatants to join him or suffer the aggrandizing manner in which he had assaulted the entire room at once.

Move runt, move! The words of her drill instructor echoed in her head as she realized she had been given a boon. With the human indisposed by his own attack, and everyone forced within the very same, she had possibly been given near invisibility. Moving slowly through the tables she moved to where she could react to the events. Carefully moving her sheath and placing the titanium blade in her hand back within it. She couldn’t rely on blade work against someone who swung faster than she could keep up. She needed to see the blade, because like her drill instructor had said, watching their eyes was only going to make you look like you’re trying to seduce rather than fight them. You had to be looking everywhere, their weapon, your weapon, the surroundings, everywhere for any advantage.

The Kyorl didn’t put up with weakness, not even from their recruits. Perfection in all and loyalty to the Queen were her bedtime prayers. She moved through the tables, being careful to avoid other falling pieces of table. Finally she got what she wanted, sight of the arrogant man. She snorted with derision, she hadn’t gotten a good look at the human when it entered, now she could see him in all his bastardized glory. Of course it was a man making demands and desiring to win this quickly. Of course he was so full of hubris because he was a man, not even once considering the repercussion of his actions.

She remained low, and smirked as she did so, seeing him trying to be the grandstanding hero. How she loved to make such idols fall from their pedestal. Carefully she pulled her bow and strung it drawing the arrow back. She was close, so close to her target if this attack went awry he could close the gap, so she carefully notched an arrow and waited, as a patient hunter. Looking about she hissed softly, “Someone else get the brutes attention, and I guarantee he won’t see what hit him…”

She vaguely remembered Godhand once talking about a man similar to this and suppressed a snicker keeping her eyes on the monstrosity. If ever she had seen an abomination of magic, this was certainly one. She felt almost overwhelmed by the mana he saturated himself in. Godhand had called the man nothing more than a sissy who went out and tried hard to prove himself. Who he was proving himself to was a different matter entirely, no one knew. Still the Mage Hunter remained crouched so as to be out of sight out of mind and prepared to ambush the arrogant man the second he let his guard down.