Herrick was not sure how much longer he could keep this up. The axes were like a wall of blades that kept him out, and the arena wall was getting closer with every swing he avoided. He ducked one swing, jumped away from another, and then it happened. His foot slipped on a wet patch of fresh blood and his other buried itself in the sand, leaving him teetering on one foot. The magic in his rapier kicked in, and his foot promptly slipped out from under him rather than burying itself in the sand. He fell backwards, and the axe grazed his chest, ripping through his light armor like it was nothing and leaving a cut across his chest. The blade caught on a strap, and he flew to the side, and came to a rolling stop. He quickly got up to a crouch, teeth clenched. The blood flowed down his armor, but it wasn't a major wound. He stood back up, took his dagger out of its sheath again, and wordlessly tossed it to Yasmin. If she caught it, she'd immediately know it was magical, because it hummed with power.
Herrick resumed his stance, a smile still on his face. "That all you got, sack for brains!?" He called out, gritting his teeth.