By the time the fourth year referee called Blake as the winner, Josh was beaten so badly, so haggardly, that he was an unrecognizable pulp on the ground, red, sore and full of injuries. He needed to get rushed to the medical ward, but even Blake knew the damage he did to the boy's balls were irreversible, even for the best of healers.
Slowly, Blake — the real Blake — turned towards the crowd, smiling with barely any injury or shame and spoke. "Now, who wants to challenge me next? I'm ready to have some more fun!"
No one was immediately raising their hands… Until someone did: the second year novel with the glasses from earlier raised his hand. "I believe," he said, volunteering. "I would prove challenging. Acommoner like you belongs below us. You will be reminded of that."
As the student stepped forward onto the arena ground, Blake sensed he was at the mid-level Legacy rank, just like Blake. He had brown hair, a clever face and elvish ears.
