Jacob was not trying to tire out Jareth or anything of the sort; that was not his aim. His aim was as simple as it came. He merely wanted to see how powerful this young man could get.
Jareth had already closed the distance in less than a nanosecond, considering he was extremely fast. Most people in the crowd were only able to catch afterimages and flashes of the fight. Some could only see the ground being destroyed. Some could see the entire thing clearly.
Elyssara, the Weeping Goddess, sat in her seat, her eyes gleaming brightly as she watched Jacob. She could care less for the other individual, as it was already clear that he was weaker than the young man she was infatuated with. She rubbed her thighs together, and a soft gasp escaped her lips.
"You will be mine, Jacob~" she whispered to herself and almost giggled, realizing how giddy she was feeling. No human had made her feel this way in centuries.
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