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The creature's reflexes were slow, and it moved to dodge far too late. It let out a high, eerie sound as its eye shattered on impact, sending bits of amber raining down into the sand. The other creatures saw this and immediately backed out of range of Galaxian's sword, though they only had so much space to move and not nearly enough of it to counteract his speed. The plants on their bodies shifted upwards around their faces, providing some protection.

The crowd had been quiet, rather bewildered by Huck's lack of action (most of them had paid to see him, after all), but returned to their former fervor when Galaxian broke the obsidian creature's eye. Speaking of Huck, he was still just looking around. Perhaps they gave him too much sedative? Maybe he was biding his time?

There was another shout of protest from the ringmaster's box, but it didn't look like it had much to do with the fight. Orphos had the ringmaster by the collar and had forced the mortal to lean backwards over the railing about as far as he could go without actually tipping over. The deal god looked none too pleased, though the words he was yelling were lost in the crowd. His hooded counterparts had stood up, but they seemed unsure of how to deal with the situation. No one was eager to touch him.