Seraphina watched, a ghost of a grin on her lips, as the Terrax and the Ancient began their friendly duel. As expected, the Ancient was quick, but Arcxsus' expertise evened up the playing field. Though his hand was now bleeding, he had put her in a compromising situation. It was close, very close. And if Arcxsus was better armed, he might have won the young Ancient.<br/><br/>As she strode forward, applauding her approval of the good show, she saw -- or thought she saw -- a glint of red  among the trees. Two red slits that looked very much like Drow eyes. Sera was careful not to let what she had seen show on her face. If there was a Drow, he would have a good reason for hiding. And Seraphina would demand it from him if he tried to interfere.<br/><br/>Right now, however, she had more pressing matters at hand. For the Terrax Arcxsus had just fainted, probably from looss of blood.<em>So much for the Terrax being a hardy race,</em>she thought in cool amusement as she crossed over the remaining space to kneel beside the man. Holding out her left hand -- the hand on which she wore the ring determining her family status and power -- Sera muttered, "Sellonio..." The moisture from the surrounding air gathered in a small globe above her hand. Using that water, she bathed the Terrax's wound until the blood lessened. Taking a small tub of oinment from the pouch at her waist, Sera rubbed some of it onto the wound to aid in the healing process. When that was done, Sera laid the hand across Arcxsus' chest. She would have bound the wound too, but she had no cloth available. Nor was she willing to tear her good suit of clothing for that purpose.