A familiar bright white flash of light whisked both myself and Yr'Arl away, depositing us once again in the battle arena.
This was it.
While both myself and the being I considered to be my best friend had both made it this far, one of us would be eliminated at this point, and with the revamp to my abilities and skills there was all of a sudden a very real chance that person being eliminated could be me.
"It's time for the penultimate match of the tournament!" The voice of Squadron Leader Belana rang out through the stadium. "Will Yr'Arl and his incredibly powerful spectral armour take the win, or will the only Human to ever attempt to join the guard Jacob Lyre walk away with victory?"
As he spoke the battle arena flickered and changed once again, though this time the stage was a little bit different. I hadn't been deposited in the center of central London, surrounded by the houses of Parliament and the River Thames, this time.
