Sword's katana descended on Famish, and the man took it head-on. Of course, he strengthened his body with Astral Energy, and although a cut did appear on his forehead, he was fine.
"You kids lost your touch? Who are you anyway?"
Not minding the blade pressed against his forehead or the various people going to attack him, he questioned who he was fighting with.
Just because they knew who he was, it didn't mean he knew who they were. He had been here much longer than any of them and hadn't seen the outside since a little before Sword first joined.
The only ones to recognize him were the three Orconi brothers and Stella with some of her people because of stories of the previous gladiators that were long dead.
And none of them ever considered they would have to go toe to toe against this aberration.
Even the ones who had no clue who Famish was felt how threatening he was and took action.
