☀️ Arselia and Akonia

During the battle, the aster managed to recall a couple of rogue techniques that had helped him get out of scrapes in the past. A bit of daring combined with cunning, and the blows landed where they needed to, and hit harder than expected. The guy turned out to be quick and strong, but too straightforward and not accurate enough. Despite this, he still managed to land a solid blow before being knocked out.
Garrett rubbed his bruised cheek. His attention was then drawn to a parallel fight that had just ended.

When Sisiandra fell to the ground from her opponent's fiery fist, he sat on her and continued to beat her head.
- Hey, what are you doing?
Realizing that something was wrong, the fighters broke their usual silence and non-interference, but by the time they separated the fighters, it was already too late for the loser.

The bloody mess that Sisiandra's head had become was not the most pleasant sight, but it was not easy to look away. It was clear that he could no longer help her.
"Damn. What a freak, you bastard, you red-haired piece of shit. I hope someone does the same to you in a friendly duel. I'll have to report this to the boss, and he won't be happy."
Mentally sketching his portrait and imagining Merel annihilating him with Valis, Garrett quietly gathers his things, and if no one is watching the items dropped by Sisiandra, he takes those too. Then, just as quietly, he leaves the club and returns to Carnelian, where he informs Erefir of what happened.