Liya watched as Yoshi trotted nervously around the apparent edge of the field towards General Russett. She left the Cynn's side to meet him halfway, her arms tucked behind her back. Yoshi reached her and bowed, his palm resting flat on his chest. Liya felt a stab of guilt.

"Oops," she murmured, turning back to the match going on in front of her.

The two soldiers were dodging around each other over and over, neither of them really seeming to have the upper hand. White light snaked around the staff of the dark-haired soldier, but it didn't seem to actually be doing anything besides making a loud noise whenever their staff struck the other. If it was meant to scare the other man, it wasn't working.

The red-haired soldier took a swipe at the other one then, but the latter sprung gracefully back out of the way. For a brief moment the red-headed man was facing Liya, and his eyes rose to meet hers.

He paused, his concentration seeming broken. Liya blinked, wondering what the hell he was doing--he'd simply stopped dead, staring at her with beads of recognition, brow knit as though trying to sort her out.

The dark-haired soldier popped up on the other one's left then, and Liya glimpsed their face actually contort slightly into a smirk, recognizing an opening. The other soldier's head turned towards them, eyes blazing.

A resounding CRACK split the air as the red-headed man whipped his staff straight into the other soldier's side, and Liya winced at the sound of ribs splintering. Without a word--Liya was surprised, actually, by the lack of a cry of pain--the dark haired soldier dropped onto their knees, staff landing in the grass. The light around them had faded into little knotty strings that trailed fitfully from their shoulders and back.

The red headed soldier quite calmly put the end of his staff on the other one's back.