The Ninth Match

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Characters: Brigitta, Arthur, Spectators
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after the last fights.
Summary: The ninth of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning.

Weber was already waiting, drumming his fingers idly on the arm of his seat. The king swept in late, passing through the barriers as if they did not exist. He glanced over the arena, as cold as before. “Arthur Pendragon, Brigitta. You are both trained in the use of the sword. Now we shall see which of you has been trained best.”

The hourglass began its counting. The king took up his throne again, and Weber took out a small deck of cards.

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It wasn't a new or exciting wonder to see Arthur in some sort of tourney. In fact, it seemed to happen every other week, though Merlin knew his mind to be exaggerating. It wasn't new, either, a fight to the death. Unfortunately, Arthur seemed to get into "to death" situations far more than Merlin wanted. He was going to get grey hair at this rate.

The difference here was that Arthur wasn't really going to fight and Merlin was tempted to try to blast down the barrier. He did try, attempting to be discrete as he muttered spells at the barrier. No luck. He wasn't surprised but it didn't change the fact that he wanted to go hit Arthur in his thick head.

Merlin groaned and tried to tell himself that win or lose, Arthur would come back out of this.