Draiss watched the fight, his right hand twitching around his Sivridut, remembering the last time he had seen a similar, though not nearly as skillful, fight. Borval and the cleric, trying to hold off the Maralith, while he dashed for the circle, and got to work. He shook his head slightly, coming out of the memory, and watched the fight, though the more one sided it got, the wider his grin and the more relaxed he was. He even was counting down as the Captain prepared to finish her, and said finish as she ran the Captain through. He smiled as everyone cheered, and collected his artifact, putting it back in his robes as he nodded. "I have seen her practicing, and knew she had some trick up her sleeve, but the sheer audacity of grabbing a dancing blade out of the air... I will admit, that was not what I expected her to do. I was expecting a Rising Flame attack through his skull."<br/><br/>He shook his head as he stood up, and nodded to the Sultan. "Shall we go and congratulate the winner? I suspect you would like to tempt her away from my service, and if she was willing, I would let her go. She was employed until she got to fight your Captain, and now that she has, I suspect we will be attempting to barter her services in our favor."