His focus was steeled further as she closed the distance between them. He was almost thrown off balance had he not pulled on the leather to keep himself steady. As she went to one knee, He smirked and grabbed the dagger, slipping his hand into her guard and stopping just shy of killing her as her blade met his throat. His hand shook, his legs close to buckling as more blood seeped from his broken nose. Her words were like needles in his ear, questioning his speed and skill in this situation. He had to win, everything road on this. He added a small amount of pressure to her bare skin, the dagger piercing her flesh ever so slightly. He would have done it right there, had he not felt the cold steel slice into his throat, feeling the sharp edge cleaving him. The leather had made it impossible for either of them to kill one another without killing themselves.<br/><br/>His eyes scanned around their arms. It was quiet a bit of art. The dagger and sword where wrapped in such a way, with both adding pressure, if the sword went into his throat, the dagger would be plunged deep into her heart, and vice versa. He breathed out in challenge to her, his eyes locked on her's like the battle had moved into their minds. Suddenly, a loud horn had rung out, the king lifting his hands to calm the crowd, that already laid in silence."My people.... I see this fight is over. Can't have both dying, Cause then, no one would reap the benefits of my hospitality. So, I propose a vote...You, My Public. By your screams and applause, You will choose who shall die!!!" He screamed, the crowd cheering loudly as Countless guards came out and grabbed them both, separating them, and removing their weapons. As they stood, Teraida began to sweat as time passed, breathing out hard. Not from the fight, but from his injuries.<br/><br/>When they were properly detained, one guard held the sword out to Teraida, the king smirking and calling out."Who votes, That the Bleeder Lives?!?!" The crowd screamed loud, Teraida looking to the blade in front of him with blurred vision. Roark Lifted his hands as the crowd silenced, Then the blade was pointed toward fay, Roark calling out again."All who vote that Fresh Meat lives?!?!" The crowd screamed out again, in the exact same loudness as before. Roark laughing as the crowd quieted down."It seem's we have a first in the Blood work. Tonight, There is not one, BUT TWO Champions. Teraida, The Bleeder, and Fresh Meat Fay. I give you, Your Champions." Teraida looked up to the king, his eyes softening as the verdict was passed. He was going to live, for now anyway. His eyes would slink over to his enemy, breathing out in a small nod, showing respect. Even though she hadn't seen true battle, her movements showed this well, she had preformed greatly. What must have driven her to such lengths. He couldn't fathom the depth of her fire, but thought nothing of it as his captors came to him.<br/><br/>The fire in his eyes was snuffed out, for his 3 minutes were up. Just as they grabbed him, he fell limp, his eyes closing and head falling toward the ground. The name bleeder was fitting, for blood seeped from his nose and now the small cut to his throat. Roark laughed out as he spoke toward his guards."Take them to the winner's Circle, and clean them up. And work on healing our bleeding warrior here. Can't have him dying before tomorrow's fight, Right everyone?!?!?!" He screamed, The crowd cheering loudly for them both as teraida was dragged away toward the winners circle.