Duel 1 - vs Mavos

After a rather fruitless meeting at the crimson citadel I decided to head to Sanguine Silence arena to find a spar partner. I was fully prepared, wearing my shining white masterwork plate armour, my commanders crown and my white wolf cloak bearing the mark of the World Wanderers, my faction.
It was here a familiar drow approached me, he had previously assisted me in rescuing a sick griffon back in Krazax. He was holding a weird staff that had a mask of fear and one of insanity on it, but such artifacts aren't too out of the ordinary for a witch of Dolten. With both of us donning a smile, one a facade and one of wickedness, we started the duel.
 
Mavos jumped back shot out two eldritch blasts, I dodged one but the other hit and knocked me back. Feeling the exhiliration of battle once more my blood began to rush and I sprang forth trying to close the distance between us, while I ran towards I conjured forth two spears and shot them at my foe. But only one struck for minor damage whilst the other missed.
He was obviously telling me to stay away with his actions so I yelled out that I would come closer. Normally yelling in Dolten is a death sentence, but this arena has a blessing that snuffs out the noise so that it doesn't escape the building.
The yelling seemed to have thrown him off as he missed with both of his eldritch blasts, but he managed to put a hex curse on me.
 
In combat it's do or die, so I pushed myself and finally managed to catch up and circled around him as I got two solid hits in with my longsword. But he wasn't done running away yet, I thought I could expose the opportunity but some mysterious force caused my blade to be deflected. And that misfortune was turned to his luck, as a another beam blasted me back. But that wasn't all, his staff had done something as this time I didn't just take damage from being pushed back but also a sharp pain in my mind. Fear was trying to creep in but I was not deterred.
 
After this things got a little blurry... My inner demon must have shown itself as my shark heritage reacted to the sight of blood. A powerful surge of primal energy healed my wounds and empowered my spear as it pierced my opponent. But he was still not defeated. He commanded my efforts and slammed his staff in to the ground, at that moment my vulnerable mind affected by whispers telling me to run. And that's what I did as the splitting headache became worse.
 
In an act of determination to win I tried letting loose my magic, but the surges of wild magic was too much for me to properly control. My chaos bolt was supercharged and knocked Mavos in to critical condition. For a moment I fell to my knees in exhaustion after having spent all that energy, but I had to save my sparring partner. I called out to him with my commanding voice to hang in there and his resolve was boosted enough to put him out of danger and go beyond his limits.
 
Mavos is a smart man and wishes to protect Dolten. I have now felt his strength first hand and now I can count on him when it counts.