Last round

"Well this is sorta unheard of. We will do one more round and the winner takes all. Will the next combatants please come up."

Lynx rubbed his chin. 

"Who wants to go?" His question was met with silence, after all the pressure of the final round was getting to everyone. "Fine, Master, would you like to do this?"

"I can't tell you how good it feels for you to call me master again. But knowing what is coming after, it's best we keep our main skills a secret. I say Jewy can handle whoever they throw at us."

"I agree. Jewy go up there, just please don't kill the guy."

She took a deep breath. "If I must."

She walked slowly, each stride had reason, each step's sound faded, like it was some kind of dream, she vanished before everyone's eyes just to appear in front of the judge. The man blinked his eyes wide.

"Yarwony?" He asked, his eyes still wide with confusion. "You didn't use magic, that was a secret art wasn't it?"

Jewy shrugged, she knew when to make herself look weak and this was not the time. There are only a few gullible fools here, none of them mean anything anymore. All scheming seemed to be for not. It irritated her, how did Lynx manage to hide all of this? That stupid dog, how will he even help anymore. Jewy has never once felt so confused, this was supposed to be it, then she can return to her mother land, FREE. But now if she can ever return it will be with a target on her back. Lynx broke his promise with Grand King Yahre, there will be blood to pay, and Jewy wasn't gonna stick around to see it. She made up her mind at that moment, she will escape as soon as she finishes this farce of a match. 

Jesus stepped up onto the stage, his average face twisted with a nasty perverted grin.

"Announce yourselves."

"Im Jewy."

"Oh that's it? I'm Jesus. As long as you don't die we won't be disqualified, right?"

From Jesus palms rose a dark mist, one that thickly hugged the ground as is slithered turds Jewy. 

"Stop." The words are laced with magic. 

Jesus stopped, his smile fading.

The odds of him knowing antimagic are slim, although it is the first spell anyone who develops magic tries. You have about a twenty percent odds of being able to use it if you're a mage, if you're a warrior it drops to five percent. With the added fact that whoever he was in his memories was a mage who controlled darkness the odds fall to one percent, as most dark mages focus on being half warriors as their magic is ineffective against other mages.

Not that this is checkmate, she is only using a low level speech spell meaning she can only have one simple command in place at one time. 

"Fuck you."

He rushed in fist ready.