Several seconds later, Motan, accompanied by a burst of distorted light, appeared next to Ido, his face full of teasing. "Surprised or not? Expected or not?"
"Not surprised at all, bloody unexpected."
Ido, confused and slightly dazed, lightly slapped his cheeks, then turned in horror to his friend who had seemingly killed him in a blink of an eye. "So how did I actually die?!"
At this point, Motan had once again changed back into his white robe with a poetry book and a Truchion- his Bard's Suit. He absently tidied his collar and answered while not paying much attention, "Go watch the recording yourself."
"Freaking hell, you knew that you would kill me instantly in that round, and that's why you said to record it..."