Audrey Redheart
"Grk!" Audrey gasped out as her own scarf was taken around her throat, pulling her back. "Let...go!" She cried out in brief gasps of annoyance. With a grunt of might, she heaved and pulled at the scarf. However, it didn't seem to be working, perhaps she was hesistant to risk breaking the scarf...Still, it meant she got pulled closer and closer towards Troy. "Gh..." She coughed out, rearing her arm forward finally to try and strike him in the face with a harsh elbow!
Meanwhile, it turned out the sword Allison was trying to lift was far heavier than it looked. Seriously, how the hell did Audrey use that thing effectively just moments ago?!
Axe
As Grazie guessed might happen, Axe quickly tried to follow it up with another bash, only for his shield to hit sand and have to be pulled back lest Axe risk injury from the sudden upshoot.
"What is she doing up there...?" He wondered in bewilderment before realising she was probably planning a counterattack... And he couldn't get up to her to stop it. Instead, he decided to dash forward towards the middle of the bridge now, trying to find a better angle to face his foe at. He didn't have much of a choice.
Masaru Takahara
Masaru was quick to notice the sharp edges, and pulled his hands back - Though he winced as they did graze the twist. Still, he didn't have much time to focus on it, as his opponent struck his leg, getting a groan of pain and forcing him off that foot as he hopped back.
"Shit..." He muttered under his breath, shaking his head.
He's quick...And it's looking like he's learning my every move as I fight! If I don't switch it up, I could be in trouble...
Maybe it's time to try this out!
With a calming sigh, Masaru began bouncing on the balls of his feet, keeping his arms moving - The Rush Style, used by the one who tested him for this tournament in this first place. He dashed forward with a slight afterimage to him, attempting to strike with a quick flurry of blows.
The Warlock
The Warlock's arrogance was cut off almost instantly as Dart's new sword seemed to cut through the beam like butter.
"W-what?!" This arrogance was replaced with anger and shock once again, confused as to how such a blade could counter even weaponised Psionic power from a Null Lance attack. He barely had time to react as Dart charged him and swung his sword, slashing the Warlock's chest. Much stronger than Lucario did last round with that pokemon's first strike, judging from the Warlock's much louder grunt of pain as his body was forcibly teleported away.
More of the Lost soon arrived, seeming to appear from behind the Warlock. With a grunt of surprise, he quickly reacted to shield himself, erupting one more attempt of his Mind Scorch on Dart as a distraction before more psionic energy clawed into the ground, bringing up the spectres of 6 Spectral Lancers once more. He then went to a knee, encasing himself in stasis - One who might not care about his feelings would call him a coward, and they would probably be right. Still, 4 of the spectral lancers began firing on Dart, and the last 2 charged him with their batons...Only for those two to be immeadiately overrun as the wave of Lost arrived. The specters were doing little against the Lost, but clearly the zombies did not hold the same sentiment, since a Brute Lost crushed the two charging specters while 3 Dashers and 5 normal Lost charged Dart. One Lost did stay to try and break through the Warlock's stasis, to unsurprisingly un-eventful response.