"…Urk!"
With his attention solely focused on landing the first hit during their fight, Jameson did not notice the iridescent strands forming around his feet, causing him to fall prey to them the moment they latched on the ground.
Thud!
Making the ground briefly quake in response to his fall, it took a while for the man to get up, his expression that of slight annoyance as he looked at Valyr.
"Where did that come from?" he asked, to which the latter pointed at his feet in response.
Seeing where his opponent was pointing, Jameson went ahead and looked down, only for his expression to turn solemn as he noticed the iridescent strands pinning his feet to the ground.
'As far as I know, he used something similar during the second round,' thought the man after looking at it for a bit more, only to feel a great sense of danger in the direction of his opponent a few seconds later.
"Oh, Great Arcane. As your Emissary, grant me the strength of the essence of magic."
