Gordan was getting fairly exhausted now. He was now struggling to cast haste or slow, let alone caste any other spell to combat their foes. His fire spells seemed to be causing some effect however. Aside from grazing one of the fencers a few times, he was distracting them. The thought of using Time Drain seemed like a good idea now, but he wanted to hold off until he was positive he was out of other options.
One of the oppenents charged at Blue and he had just enough time to cast another fire spell. It missed but it called off the attack.
"Not so fast." he grinned, before a burst of pain came from behind.
Stumbling forward, he reached for his back and felt a huge, deep wound. One of the oppenents had struck from behind while he was distracted.
"Coward!" he growled, wincing in pain. He turned to face his new foe, his eyes blurred up from the pain. Although no match in melee combat, he could still hold his own for a bit. However, he was tired, weak and facing a fast foe.
The fencer attacked, holding nothing back. Gordan struggled to defect the blows, unable to cast slow or haste. Another swipe and a deep wound cut into his arm. Another cut into his chest. His mind was getting weary and he could not focus. The fencer rasied their blade over-head, intending to present a final blow.
But it never came. The fencer was frozen. Gordan stood his ground, his staff held sideways and all three of his hourglasses had stopped. He had casted Stop just in time. The fencer's eyes were wide open. Using the last of his energy, he slammed a fire ball straight into his oppenent's chest, breaking the Stop spell and throwing back the fencer, slamming them into the ground. The smell of smoke and burnt flesh filled the air.
For the second time in the Arena, Gordan passed out.
Life is and will be hard on you. Stand proud to the challenges and you will thank yourself one day.
My path in life is not yet known. For now, I wander off the path and explore