Inside the arena, the Penswi people were in a panic. They had no clue what was going on in the viewing room, or what was taking place. All they could see was that in one moment there were these swords made out of a strange power that started to form, and then the next second they started to drop down.
It almost looked as if they were raining down, but they soon stopped right in front of them, just an inch away from their faces. As one person attempted to move, the sword followed them, and moved slightly closer, when they stayed still for a while, the sword eventually moved back.
It was clearly telling them not to move from their position, so all of the Penswi remained still, as they talked to those by their side.
"What is this, are we under attack!"
"Don't move, maybe it's not best to speak, it's as if these swords are following us!"
"But, if they wanted to kill us, whatever this is, wouldn't the sword have attacked us by now."
