"What is that?"

"Well, that's certainly new." Though strangely it's... familiar? Aubrey thought to herself, every time the mirage appeared and disappeared she felt a strange connection that she only felt praying to Selune.

"You see that too! Lucky my ass! That runt was holding out on me!" Wilson didn't seem mad and was exhibiting a sense of giddiness and exhilaration. "Whoo! Whoa, Maybe we should back up a bit." As projectiles became wilder and blanketed a wider field of the training zone.

'Was Clint always able to do that?' Aubrey thought. Following Wilson a few more yards behind him.

"That Clint is a tricky one. You wouldn't think it by talking or getting to know the guy, but hot damn-oof." Wilson winces. Clint was knocked down after doing an aerial attack that probably would catch most combatants unawares. That attack seemed pretty dangerous. There was a bit of a lull in the breakneck pace. They seemed to be conversing and Clint looked to have taken quite the heavy hit. Was it over?

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"Your friend is full of surprises, but Bojovnik has been through quite a bit himself. Clint won't have it so easy..." Wilson's face becomes serious. Aubrey had to agree Clint was getting more impressive but, like Wilson said, Bojovnik was a formidable warrior.

The next sequence of events is somewhat of a blur for Aubrey. She mostly remembered the raw menacing fury exuding from Clint charging his antithesis of an opponent of composure. In a true finale of mights clashed, Aubrey witnessed a trick of Bojovnik own.

The Monk is expressionless as currents of force rippling through the air could be felt. As lightning struck, she was one of a few to witness the true insight of Bojovnik's strength.