Fighting to a Standstill

The two were very evenly matched, and incredibly resilient given the severe wounds that both had received. They were both still standing after nearly an hour had gone by, though swaying on their feet with exhaustion and seemingly fighting in slow motion. Then the darkness that had been gathering at the edge of Fred's vision as his loss of blood made itself felt spread rapidly inwards, and he fell unconscious. Astra bent over him to strike the blow that would sever his head from his body, when she slowly toppled and fell on top of him. She too had lost consciousness. The crowd roared.

Meanwhile the dragon had been watching the fight from his quarters, thanks to his magical powers. He did not believe in waste, and two such doughty fighters as these could be of use to him. He sent a message to the Tournament Master.

An unknown length of time later, Fred and Astra regained consciousness almost simultaneoussly in adjacent beds in the dragon's infirmary.

1. They had been fully healed by the dragon's magic.
2. They were both dreadfully scarred, and were missing the odd appendage here and there, but were more or less fully functional.
3. They were swathed from head to toe in bandages, so it was not immediately apparent what sort of shape they were in, except that they still seemed to have a full complement of limbs.

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