Next day Uriel showed up in time for his fight but when he was presented to his enemies there was no excitement, no thrill, nothing but the plain face of someone who was tired of it all. He didn't even pay attention to who his enemies were or what kind of traits they could possess as he was inwardly hoping they would knock him out and take him off of the tournament, but Charlie's words lingered.
"Just one more fight..." He mumbled to himself when the referee gave the go. Neither him nor his opponents made the first move and Uriel wondered if they had some sort of defensive strategy, though nothing could be further away from the truth.
They were a couple of married hunters who owned a small bakery. As business owners they were only in the tournament to get some free advertisement out of it and had little interest in winning and they wondered if making the first move against someone who was already injured could be seen as unfair advantage.
