Keliek't casually side steped Reyata's gliding tackle, his "sword" slashing through the air, taking the top third off her stick as she slid past him in the mud. As Ilene threw herself at hit, he jabbed the pointy end of his stick up in her face, forcing her to come to a complete halt. While his stick never actually touched her, the point mere milimeters from her face had her transfixed and he could guide her around as she tried to avoid getting pricked. And guide her he did, more confidently than any dance partner she'd ever been with, and he directed her right in the path of Garashna, putting the petite miller's daughter between himself and the charging ork. The two girls collided with a crash, both stumbling and falling into the mud, arms and legs in the air. Gara managed to hold on to her stick, Ilene did not.<br/>"A hearty charge, my lovely ork! If only your aim had been..." What he was going to say they would never know, as Keliek't was cut off by yet another mud cake thrown by Ari. Looking slightly suprised and humiliated, with mud dripping from his face, Keliek't sprung into action, closing the distance between him and the innkeep's daughter with one mighty leap. A flick of his wrist sent her stick flying through the air before she could even blink, and she stod there with the T'Skrang's "blade" against her throat.<br/>"You seem to have missplaced your blade, young miss. Not that you seemed to find much use for it anyway. Good throwing arm though. Have you..." Yet again the old bard was cut off, this time by an overly eager boar crashing into him from behind, squeeling in delight. What he had in enthusiasm he sorely lacked in wits, as he bumped into Ari before he could slow down, sending her into a pirouette and into the mud aswell.<br/>The crowd was laughing and cheering even louder now, when every dueler still in the fight where planted in the mud.<br/><br/>Brenden's eyes stung with tears from the whip across the face, courtesy of a humiliated and angry Xhol. What would happen next, now that Brenden was recovering from the attack and his friends closed in around the young T'Skrang, was everyone's guess. Things didn't look good for Xhol though...