Arumi Shacen
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After the announcement of his next opponent, a healer trotted over to where Arumi knelt in the sand. They carried a canvas pack full of bandages and vials. The winged man scowled, but the healer rolled their eyes and seemed not concerned about his demeanor. No healing mages? No one to instantly knit his wounds back together? He struggled to accept how mundane this treatment wound be.
The remaining shred of his shirt was cut away. He lifted his arms as instructed while the medic bound his chest to prevent the cracked rib from moving over-much. A cold liquid was applied to each of his wounds that felt like a breath of ice and smelled strangely minty, but helped to alleviate some of the pain. His leg stung, but the spear slice was shallow and was covered with a soft bandage.
The winged elf stood as the healer walked away, apparently satisfied with their pathetic ministrations. He looked around for Ermengarde , and spotted the weapons rack in the sweep of his gaze. Arumi strode over and contemplated his options. Weapons had never been his preference, but he wasn't sure yet who (or what) precisely he was fighting, as he really hadn't been paying attention to names of the other competitors. He didn't want to again be at a disadvantage with only his natural tools. He selected a steel trident mounted on a wooden pole. Options for reach, entrapment, impalement... This will do.
Returning to an unused space of the arena, he awaited his new opponent's attention.
The remaining shred of his shirt was cut away. He lifted his arms as instructed while the medic bound his chest to prevent the cracked rib from moving over-much. A cold liquid was applied to each of his wounds that felt like a breath of ice and smelled strangely minty, but helped to alleviate some of the pain. His leg stung, but the spear slice was shallow and was covered with a soft bandage.
The winged elf stood as the healer walked away, apparently satisfied with their pathetic ministrations. He looked around for Ermengarde , and spotted the weapons rack in the sweep of his gaze. Arumi strode over and contemplated his options. Weapons had never been his preference, but he wasn't sure yet who (or what) precisely he was fighting, as he really hadn't been paying attention to names of the other competitors. He didn't want to again be at a disadvantage with only his natural tools. He selected a steel trident mounted on a wooden pole. Options for reach, entrapment, impalement... This will do.
Returning to an unused space of the arena, he awaited his new opponent's attention.
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