Phane Not So Alive

Suddenly, a sharp, sickening pierce could be heard across the near silent battlefield. Phane looked down to see the blade of the High-Frequency Sword jutting through his chest, right where his heart was. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a very disheveled Lirael, looking at him coldy.

Despite all the pain, all the indignity, and all that had transpired through their little scuffle, Phane still smiled. "I made this little race... to encourage teamwork... I guess I succeeded a little too far, eh?"

He pushed the frequency blade back out his chest, and fell to his knees. "Good luck in... the finals... One of you..."

- Semifinals, Season 3, /u/7thSonofSons