Vignis was slightly pale and subconsciously brushed back her hair, wiping the beads of sweat away from her forehead as she did so.
She had been nervously clenching her teeth as, to an observer, a confounding scene had played out on stage - that of a confused Darius fumbling around on stage against hs deft opponent. Which didn't make sense at all, unless Quagmire Jameson's reputation for releasing a suppressing and restraining field was really that effective...?
She along with the audience had been sitting at the edges of their seats and watching as Jameson flitted around Darius who seemed to be moving and reacting sluggishly; each time Darius would look dazed and be too slow to keep up with his sword-and-mace wielding rival, then receive a smashing blow to his head, back, shoulders or waist.