The two opponents burst into action, both with near supernatural reflexes. Lou quickly changed his grip, intuiting the center of gravity and allowing him a certain degree of refined handling for the unfamiliar weapon. But he was not used to the intense degree of footwork required to counter-balance that same object in motion.
Nazira laid a masterful feint, and the audience was on the edge of their seats. Even Ruby the Lubey had abandoned greasing his prized shaft for a closer look at the epic battle, the cilia constituting their sensory organs at maximum extension. But Lou had a moment of civility, refusing to take part in the barbaric bloodsport...or perhaps had simply made the strategic decision to save his energy, focusing on more important upcoming orientation trials. Perhaps he simply thought everyone was an idiot.
"Forfeit! Match to Corps Cadet Nazira. And our high score for today..." Officer Bojangles announced, holding aloft some kind of sports drink as prize. The crowd was disappointed, but slowly a chorus of applause resonated for both combatants.
"Wait, I haven't gone yet!" interjected Popsicle, tying his shoelaces and tucking them into his big fluffy striped socks before running full speed into the mystical explosions, the fuse of the dynamite stick happily erect at his belt and leaning into the wind. Luckily the concussive blasts which scattered the element of midnight's slick feathers and cracked the penguin's wishbone in certainly not his favor didn't have the heat to ignite it. Luckily he had no idea when falling into the electrified waters the interesting new dangers of dampening said dynamite stick. The flightless bird knew how to use rope, that much was clear...but Ruby's slick stem claimed another victim in the end.
Nazira, your prize is Milk Squared, a single use potion. Once imbibed, your next kill grants you 5 temporary hit points and an immediate Action.