How long had they been sparring now, he wondered?
Golden eyes stared each other down, the arena silent. (Save for the cheers from Reckless Fist, which the both of them ignored.) Sweat trickled down the mercenary's head, mixing with the blood from a well-aimed sword. He couldn't keep up with the Blade Master much longer. He'd have to end this soon.
"Come on! Kick his ass!" Their spectator called, hands cupped around his mouth.
"Who are you even rooting for?" Blade asked, not taking his eyes off his opponent.
"Eh, whoever wins." It took all of Raven's self control not to roll his eyes. If he did, his white-coated counterpart would take advantage of his distraction. He had to stay focused. One wrong move could be his downfall.
With a silent breath, he bolted forward and jumped. His swung his Nasod arm in, opening his palm and firing three fire grenades in the Swordsman's direction. They were dodged, but the smell of burning fabric filled the air. Must have caught his coat.
"Shadow Backslide…" Raven muttered, hurrying to hide in the smoke. Blade would have to put out the fire. It bought him some time.
Or, at least, that's what he'd thought.
"Wolf Fang!" He heard, a sharp sword cutting straight through the smoke. He knew at this point that he had lost. That is, until he heard Rex crack up with laughter from where he was sitting.
Raven and Blade looked over at their spectator, who was laughing hard enough to bring tears to his eyes.
"…What's so funny?"
"What the hell did Blade just say?" He asked, wiping a tear from his eye with a grin. He then tried to put on the most serious look he could. His impersonation of Blade, no doubt. "Woowoopleh!"
Admittedly, the blush on Blade's face was hilarious.