"Well then, I'll leave them to you." Dyon grinned, "And as for them." Dyon turned his head toward the rankers he had been competing with just moments before. "I'll handle them just fine on my own."
"Lionel." King Belmont's voice boomed. Violet flames danced around him, flickering sometimes in red and blue, before they retreated to their normal violet. "Set aside your angst. You are a Belmont."
Lionel nodded. "Yes, father." Without so much as another word, he sprang to action.
Tau Aumen's face twisted in anger as flames of red and blue raged toward him. "To dare use flames against me? I'll be sure to show you Belmonts what real fire is!"
Lionel's attack seemed to throw the entire stadium out of its stalemate. It was a chaotic mess.
Innocent civilians cowered in their seats, unsure of what to do. But, even worse, often times, warriors simply weren't aware of who their enemies were!
