Sekuda sat down in the bleachers. The sun's rays convering the land. Below him in the acctual arena was a fight taking place. Four men were pitted against each other in a team, two against two. All were armed with short swords and shields. This making the fight fair and a true test to see who was the strongest team. The battle went off to a great start. The first team had the upper hand though, as the shortest of the two was faster and more deadly with his weapon. Dodging and striking out when they least expected it.

Sekuda watched the battle intentively hoping that he would learn from their great skill, and their mistakes. His hands fidgeted with a small pebble he had picked up outsides. All it's sides were smooth as marble and it a gave a nice shine off of it's white body.

The short fighter took a bad fall, his leg being slashed making him unable to battle. Now the odds were for the other team. Making them a two against one force. The one fighter had a hard time dodging and blocking the attacks not being able to make any of his own. When one of the other men slipped his took his chance. His sword going down into the man's arm. The attack had worked, the other warrior's sword arm being useless. The fight had become now more intresting as it was one man against another in a great battle.