Nathaniel's ears perked up, their pointed tips hidden behind parts of his hair as he kept his weapon slung over his shoulder, his hand gripping the handle as he watched his opponent blitz towards him. He needed the distance closed anyway, continuing to hop backwards with him Nathaniel kept time with his steps forward. The man clearly had decent power and Nat's only really option was to avoid. He wasn't a boxer, slipping and weaving around punches weren't his specialty, instead he step off to the man's left side and swung the blade downwards, still covered of course, forcing the man to back off.
"Fancy footwork." Complimenting the man as he kept his rhythm and stayed bouncing in front of the young mage. When he rushed back in Nathaniel didn't back down however, he stepped backwards, rolling his upper body from his right side to his left and countered with a swift strike to the man's abdomen using his wind magic and his right hand. The man momentarily froze before falling over.
Nathaniel stood for a moment in complete bewilderment, confused as to how he came so far made entirely out of glass but it didn't matter, Nathaniel was the victor today and crowned the new amateur champion.
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[WC 219]