Making a bet? I should have done that. He was quickly drawn out of the thought when to his right he heard his name called.


    The other Winged Men are here? I hope Niall doesn''t run into them. ''Maybe we can catch up later then.'' Dolon suggested.


    ''Friends!'' The man called out. ''Today we see the return of the world''s greatest, the world''s most famous, the world''s finest fighting tournament!'' The crowd erupted in cheer again, but the man allowed it to go on until it naturally died away. ''We are happy to be staging this event at the Floating City of Churash, whose government have so graciously acted as sponsor for the event. Give them a cheer!'' The crowd cheered, though not as loudly as they had previously. Those who appeared to be of Hurdland origin were silent or jeering. The host continued. ''You''ve seen the brackets, you know the fighters. Let''s not dilly-dally any longer. It''s time for what you came for!'' The crowd cheered in unison again, the man shouted over them, proving his voice to be quite loud. He introduced the fighters by name, the brackets they would sit in, and the times for their matches. The crowd cheered or hissed at the names they found favourable or otherwise.


    Then came a five minute break before the first match. A drumming band played from the stage while the crowd waited impatiently for the true start of the events.


    When the announcer appeared once again, it was with two of the day''s combatants walking to the ring from opposite sides. ''First into the ring, on home ground, certainly not new to the tournament, but with a new name: Winslow The Lightning Fisher!''


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    The Lightning Fisher, is a new face to the tournament, a Monk from Spirit Island, an unknown, but a strong looking chap for sure! No special names here folks, just refer to this man as simply... Cadaoir!''


    When will he attack back? Perhaps the Monk was waiting for the right moment. Fighting against an armed man would surely be a hard thing to do, it was surprising that the Monk had not fallen to the Soldier already. He had never seen such a good display of skill in this manner, but he had heard of the power of the Monks. He had heard about their feats of speed and strength, of their ability to conjure up a powerful energy that could rival even the fire of a Flame Pitcher. This would be a revealing fight, Dolon hoped to see that power.


    What was that?


    What the hell is this? Electric fingers crept up the blade and began to reach out to the ring and the air, the sword became a conduit for electrical power and with a deafening crack it unleashed forks of lightning at the Monk. What the hell is this? A blinding flash dazed Dolon and his hearing was only of bells. What was that? He had never seen a weapon display such magical power. When his senses returned, he rubbed his eyes and ears, as did the other spectators.


    What would Tanda say? ''I don''t know.''


    That man does not know the danger he is in.