RETURN OF: X-treme War ~~ The Temple

As taken place a VERY long time ago (as can be witnessed through my signature link) - the Temple has returned!

Taken from original:

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~~Welcome to the Temple!~~

Welcome everybody to the temple! This is an open battle for ANYBODY who wishes to compete.

The Temple is a battle areana that was used many ages ago by the God's. They would use it to train and prepare for battle. It is said to have been created before the begining of time, by the three main Gods (DiOOC: IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO JOIN. If there are already fights going on, you can just join anyway - and when there are enough people, it will basically be a Free For All. You can also make allies and join teams with others, if you wish.
n, Farore and Nayru). It was abandoned many centuries ago, and is said to still have it's mystical powers. The Temple can change at any moment. From an ordinary room - it can quickly become a vast jungle, or part of the underworld. This would allow the gods to be prepared for any situation.

Within The Temple lies the truth...although none have seen it. It is said that only the true hero can obtain it, and it can not be obtained easily. The truth awaits for one with courage, perseverence, and intelligence. It is said that this "one" will be able to conquor all others, and obtain the truth...

It is now time. All warriors have been called upon to see WHO is the best. The doors of The Temple have been opened...

IC: Setorin walks in while looking around the temple. In amazment at the temples vast size, he begins to look up at it's cathedral ceilings. Slowly he walks through The Temple, and comes to a stop.

"Anybody else here yet?" he says in a low voice. As nobody answers, he continues to wait in silence, while hearing some very soft chanting from The Temple. The chanting continues... - Setorin hears footsteps from a distance, and quickly turns around....


OOC: IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO JOIN. If there are already fights going on, you can just join anyway - and when there are enough people, it will basically be a Free For All. You can also make allies and join teams with others, if you wish.

Hehe - just thought I'd start it of the same as the orginal. Kishin I dunno if Setorin is still under the characters, so the new kids may not know it. I may have to write up his bio again...but w/e just let me know.

This looks good, I'll join in With Zohik (Since he is my only character) But Can you give some more info on the rules for this place on my half?

OOC:The Rules are simple:

It is basically just a big areana that anybody can fight in. You come in and start fighting somebody and more people will join over time.

NO ONE HIT KILLS
This is suppose to be fun. Don't just kill somebody - take turns fighting each other.

And you don't have to say "I'll join". You simply start role playing with your character. Explain how they come ot the areana, and then have them challenge another character.
If you are new and need an idea of how it works, take a look at the original that took place a long time ago Here

IC: Setorin turns to see a silouette.

"Who goes there...answer me!!"

".........Zohik......" He whispered out in soft words. Zohik stood silent not even ready to think about fighting. He knew that time would force that action but he stood oblivios of what was around him and focused on Setorin.
"May I ask for your name as well? It seems a little rude to ask of ones name without giving your own." Zohik said as he took only two steps forward leaving only about five feet between himself and Setorin.
"Me? Am Setorin, if you must know." He said in reply to Zohik's statement.
"Now may I ask what you are doing here?" Zohik asked as he took another two steps forward. The empty floor gave a echo to everything they said and did. "Its amazing here don't you think? Well, before you tell me what you are doing here I will tell why I am here. I search for answers that can't be found in the world outside of this cathedral. The answers I can not speak of. Now, for your answer........."

ooc: No I remember Set, all is well.
(BTW: an update on my little drow clan, in an attempt to be more orginal I've changed the name, and the name of the clan.)

Torches flicker with the passing of a dead breeze, no warmth, no chill, on a dark omniscient wind. Heard by the Stygian ears of Dark Dragon Clan always bearing a deep warning, or adivce. Being known to be great warriors around the world, the Stygians were a feared race indeed.

The fingers of a Stygian warrior gently rubbed against the Egyptian pillar, passing over its groves as he paced around it. The sound of his light footed steps surpassed by the shriek of him dragging his large sword against the large block like stones of the ground.
"There are some here... you and I." His voice was strong full of determination, and pride of an upstanding man. Like most Stygians of great skill his hair was white as the snow, his eyes as green as any Jade. He stepped forth from the shadow of the pillar his eyes fixed on Setorin. He gazed upon him in wonder, knowing full well what he was, and who he was. For who could not know, or hear of his Divine legends? Even the Stygian's knew his power, and the Stygians knew well enough to fear him for it.

"I wasn't expecting to cross another Stygian, it's been such a long time since the last." The Stygian smiled gently to his remark. He had two weapons on him, the first was a Longsword in it's sheathe on his hip. The other was a Stygian trademark weapon. The mighty Double Helix sword, it was as long as he was. It was a heavy weapon, but in the hands of a Stygian a formable weapon. Gently he spoke again only loud enough for his words reach Setorin's ears.

"And you shall see no other Stygian. I am the last of my kind." He replied.
"That's right, I recall hearing your race was destroyed itself in a civil war."
"Not quite, but close enough. That was the cause of my clan's demise."
"Ha it's about time I say. You stygian's are quite overrated, or should I say were?" The Stygian warrior laughed out loud, a deep belly laugh that echoed through out the grand hall.

"You shall find I'm not like most Stygian's at all."
"You mean you’re not a rude, arrogant, barbaric twit on the edge of insanity?" Setorin did not laugh at his comment, he was being quite honest with no intention of a jest. The Stygian's eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowed as he let out a low growl. His left hand reached towards the hilt of the gigantic weapon, and he swung it around him slamming the blade into the pillar with a great deal of force.

"My name is Nayku Alkanin the second... By the time I'm threw with you, you shall never forget it."

The two fighter were ready to lunge their strenghts at each other, but the as the atmosphere of fighting-to-come came to a max, a wall with intricate drawings broke. It wasn't any special kind of braking, the wall just deided it wasn't going to stop whatever came at it, and so fell in in a lazy way. It was followed by a sound, but that too, was rather like a fast-done job, a small and lazy sound of stone hitting stone. As the multy-coloured dust setteled and the stones stopped moving, some of the stones started moving again. The wall semed to try to build itself up, but as the rocks moved up, they revealed the features of a troll, his massive stone-body almost covered in snow and ice.
The troll slowly took in his surondings with his dull red eyes which seemed to have a sharp edge to the look. The two eyes stopped at the two soon-to-be fighters and with great care the troll picked up one oval stone in each hand. The stones were almost half as big as a man and looked to weigh many, many kilos.The troll looked yet again at the soon-to-be fighters and said in a voice best descibed as "rocky": "I'm Grun." Then he charged.

ooc: Dang ya know Garnet I was just gonna make something similar like this today. Good job though, I've been wanting another big brawl for all like this. Sure to be fun this time, hopefully more fun than the last time. Vaarshola's surely gonna get some fight now...^_^

ic: The Temple. A place of holy, mystical auras flooding about in the air, a divine structure that which abundant battles took place in - and battles ended in. The place was scarred from the blood spilled in here. Numerous proud, strong, brave warriors had thier lives ended within here. The stains of crimson blood from their human bodies could be seen at some spots, and the bones from their battered carcasses lay benath the stone ground. Morbid cries, screams and bellows still lingered on in here. Some from agony and anguish, some from pure fear, some from victory, some from fury- but most, the horrid coming of death itself upon the unlucky warrior that would need to face it due to another superior's actions in battle...

Within the shadow crawled corridors that lead to the heart of this temple, walked a man who was literally at home in such a battle scarred, vile place. He was a warrior with no remorse for anything he did- whether that be reduce a village to ashes, embers and rubble, or ending the life of any other living thing than Princess Sephia, the one he served. This wicked warrior came here in hopes to find victims to add to his death list, and silence them forever with his spine chilling blade called Sylence, a weapon used for nothing but evil by this devilish person stained by the blood of dozens- even hundreds...

This was Vaarshola, the Herlassian warrior who was more superior to every single one of adversaries. The Herlassian who ranged from the Herlassia Castle itself, and within the stone citadel he was a loyal and faithful, servant, advisor, and companion to the diabolical jesibel known as Princess Sephia. What she told him to do he did, and he completed all tasks given to him in perfection. Though when he was free from her control and royal power, he either kept her company, or did what he liked best- killing others. He would travel and journey about the land searching forests, fields, glades, marshes, lakes and everywhere to find a new opponent to kill. If it were a wurm, he'd kill it. If it were a Bear-man, he'd kill it. If it were a giant bird, he'd kill it. If it were a defensless woman, he'd kill her. And even if it were an innocent, sinless young child- he'd end it's life in an instant- with an iniquitous grin on his rather handsome, sophisticated, evil face.

After only a few more seconds, out from the darkness he walked, and into the light of the heart of the temple. The sky was dark with blackness like a panther's fur, though oddly the large open area was illuminated like the sun glimmered directly into it. Vaarshola glanced around at the place, his cerulean eyes picking up the stains of blood in certain places. He could feel the deceased bodies beneath him underground, and the horrible cries of death from the spirits that still suffered from thier final battle. Continuing to look around, he managed to see the other warriors that were here. This place was a place was battle, and it seemed that four warriors were already there. There was a young man, a priest-like person, a Stygian, and a troll. Vaarshola smirked, and with amazing agility leapt foreward, and flew at the beast-warrior.

"Heh...he should be an interesting adversary..." the mystical warrior said to himself in his head.

The greatest of all treasures sought by all beings alike. The most priceless of all the wonders that stood strong and true against the influence of the sands of time. One of the few relics that remained as they were as fate's embrace consumed all, Molding and shaping all things in whatever form it deemed fit. There could be no confusion regarding the identity of such a relic for there is but one possible choice. It is none other than the Truth. Pure, complete, unaltered truth about all things. Everything, from the mightiest of gods to the lowliest of insects, could be found within the infinite knowledge that was the truth.

However, It was a treasure far too priceless to leave unprotected for, if it were to fall within the wrong hands, All existance would face great peril. And thus, From the earliest beginnings of time, The goddesses of the land sealed the relic away within a magnificent whose location has long since been lost to all but the wisest of beings and the most ancient of entities. Surrounded only by eerie silence and deathly calm. Such was the state of the temple for countless centuries.

As all things in life, however, That too was subjected to the mists of change. For, entering through the hallowed gateway of the temple, was a figure who most certainly promised the coimng of something quite different from the silent calm that envelopped the temple for so long.

As the figure continued his steady approach, His features came to light. Upon the flickering light of the torches, The face of the mysterious figure was revealed to be that of a young lad who would seem to be in his late teens. Bearing a healthy tan the colour of bronze, A mane of ruffled silverish white hair and many gashes on either side of his arm, It was quite easy to assume that the young rouge was no mere traveler. Almost upon entering the sacred shrine, A pair of astounding amethyst eyes that adorned the lad's handsome face took in the awe-inspiring sight before it with obvious joy and pleasure.

The temple was vast, Far larger and grander than any he had ever had the fortune of seeing in his young life. Exploring such a temple would be quite the adventure for one as inquistive and curious as the youthful warrior.

The youthful warrior would have to delay his search, however. For, as he crossed deeper into the temple, The echo of voices found its way to his ears. The voices were strong, confident, angered, Some of them even sarcastic and they were definitely closeby. There was no mistaking them. Some kind conflict was taking place just up ahead, Most likely a band of warriors or something of the sort.

Without a second thought, The young Ayuvir rushed onward and, as though the lad needed further encouragement to hasten his footsteps, A loud rumbling noise shook through the very air almost as if it were signalling the end of the long silence in which the temple had dwelled. Within moments, The Ayuvir warrior reached the site of the noise where, as he had guessed earlier, several warriors were present.

"This is certainly a surprise. I didn't expect to find anyone way out here. No use thinking about it now, I guess."

And with that, The mysterious youth walked into the chamber.

The Temple...

Hidden in its walls still many unknown mysteries, but even still, providing a history of the ages. Many have walked down its corridors upon days back, but those numbers have seemed to dwindle as the years passed.

The shadows that sunk deeply into the thinner hallways engulfed the light that tried to seep in. Which inturn, there was little seen of the torches that lit their paths...but on further inspection of one of these darkened corridors, one light force burned brightly.

Only mere moments need to pass until the light began to intensify, and footsteps slowly began to echo the halls once more. Every few moments, they'd become drowned out by the rumbled chamber further into the Temple. As the sun peeked its way through the clouds above once more, the rays were ever diligent in pushing their way into the darkened corners. The only success they had was revealing the demon hiding in this darkness sooner.

He made his way to the middle of the open corridor and looked around him. The beauty of the Temple was astonishing to him. Having come across only so much in what little life he has been through...or even remembered. As the rumbling echoed throughout the halls again, the flame etched on his arm rose violently at his side. He turned his head to its general direction, now gripping onto the hilt of his katana but keeping it safely in its sheath.

Just as he took his first steps down the corridor, a voice rang through his ear.
"This battle...won't be easy...Junai..."
He smirked for a moment, then decided to respond.
"You're not underestimating my abilities, are you?"
"Overconfidence...might not...help in this...battle..."
"Overconfidence is something I never want to have. That can only blind one's thought in battle..."
There was a brief pause, then they spoke up again.
"Remember...your objective...here."
"Yes...I'll remember."
As he brought his attention back to the corridor, a rumble echoed throughout it once again. The ceiling crumbled a little above him, leaving an excess of dust particles breeching through the jet black of his hair, as well as the wings folded tightly behind his back. He brushed out what was in his hair with his right hand quickly, then spread out his wings and flapped them a few times to get rid of what accumulated there. He quickly folded them back into place, and slowly made his way down the path once more.

His pace quickened more and more as he could feel the power steadily increasing ahead of him. It had been some time since he had come across a good battle...and the feeling of what was to come was intensifying. Just at the point where it looked like Junai was about to sprint, he found himself looking into a chamber, and came across a group of warriors who a handful had already seemed to be in the heat of battle. Junai smirked at the sight of this and began to make his way towards them...his hand still gripped tightly on the hilt of his katana.

OOC: Nice to be Role Playing with you again Kishin (and others). Just for those of you who don't know - Setorin is in my display pic - basically just an evil mythical spirit, decendant of the god SET.

IC: As Nayku Alkanin the second walked within the temple walls, Setorins eyes became fixed on him. Knowing he was the last of his kind, this was an opportunity that he did not want to miss.

"In search of the unknown, I have come across a Stygian. The last of his kind. But this one is different. I sense much power, but beneath it much angre. I would hope your personal affairs will not interfere here, in this temple."

Nayku looked at Setorin with a smirk on his face.

"No - you won't have to worry about that " he replied.
"You would be wise to pick your enemies carefully. " Setorin said with contempt. "I would hate to see such a...fine competitor go down with such ease..."

"You would be wise to pick your enemies carefully. " Setorin said with contempt. "I would hate to see such a...fine competitor go down with such ease..." Nayku listened to him talk, listened to try to warn him. After hearing him speak he dragged the sword from the stone pillar letting it's weight pull it to the ground, cracking the stone when it landed.

"A stygian has no need for allys... I may be the only ma-" Nayku's eyes adverted as he sensed a great, and powerful entity enter the temple, he was Vaarshola. Again how could Nayku not know of such a man. Legends seemed to gather in this temple, heros, and champions, Demons, and Warlords. It was obvious to Nayku that this battle would be hard won if he could be won at all.

"I think it's time." Nayku spoke lifting the handle of the sword overh his left shoulder, wrapping both hands around it. He hanged downward at a slight angle. Taking a fighting stance he slid his right leg outward keeping it slightly bent, but put all of his weight on his back left leg.

ooc: Ok i'll fight I use my char Shaya

ic:Shaya took long striding steps into the temple, each footstep gave an echo. His mind was in space not caring of anything else, not the metal clashing in the backround of fighters going at it, he had no inclination to join them although if he had to he would. He took place among a pillar and listened to the smart remarks going back and forth between them all. He closed his eyes and leaned against a pillar, then sat down and put his hands behind his head.
Five minutes passed until he got up and then decided to join them. He rounded corner after corner, pillar after pillar. Finally he saw someone walking along the hall, a great friend of his but also a great adversary, Zohik. He had fought with him before in a tag team against him and they were defeated to easily. "Not this time" Shaya muttered to himself as he took place in the shadows, he thought for a moment and wondered if he could pursuade him to join his side in this temple.
Shaya fled from his hiding place and pointed at Zohik. "You!" said Shaya loudly, his voice boomed in the hallway, the warrior stopped and glanced over his shoulder, "What do you want this time?" Zohik said coolly.
" I wish for you to join me so I can have some reinforcement during battle do you accept?"
Shaya waited in silence for his answer pondering what the answer would be..... hoping for a yes...

"You would like to fight beside me now. After I have defeated you and your ally. You wish to fight with me skills not against it so you may win. I care not who you are to ally with, but to ally with me may not be good so early. There are many others and the ones I choose to fight may not be ones you would choose." He said with almost a knowing response. The words achoed in the wide dome like temple. Zohik stood with a look in his eyes of concern almost as if he didn't want Shaya to fight but that was his choice. "If you wish to fight along side me then do so but first see the others."

"The others? How many others are here?" Shaya asked with question in his words as he let go of the grip on his sword's hilt. "I have only heard three or four others in this Silent place."

"The amount of others to come can not be told by myself but by the others themselves. We must wait to see them. Now, see if the other warriors have found you. If they choose you as enemy it may have not been such a good idea to come here. I may be stopped further into this oblivios temple, but I have to find my questions." Zohik said as he started to walk away. Shaya just looked apon him and watched as he disappeared into the distance.

"We must wait to see them. Did he mean there could be more then what have come?" Shaya thought to himself. He turned the corner and went on.

Zohik found himself in a large room. The walls were carved with scripture and were white marble. He was amazed of its size. It would take endless time to build this temple and have it still be standing today is not answerable. In fightsbefore he would take of his armor for extra speed but he knew here he would need all of it's protection. Air whisped by him as he turned slowly to see the shadow of a man slowly move across the wall. "Come out already."

"I have. Or do you not notice things that are right infront of you?" The voice gave out. Zohik wipped around to see no one, this was truely a mysterious place.

"So where do I go now?" Zohik asked himself and the voice around him. He turned slowly to inspect the room and the ground under his feet slowly gave a grinding sound. "I have no where else to go, unless I am to go with the others." Everything went quiet for the next few mintutes and Zohik was confused for the time here.

The wind whipped through the waist-length silver hair of a female Elven warrior standing just outside the entrance to the Temple. Her emerald green eyes flashed with eagerness as her sensitive ears picked out the voices of warriors. Carefully, she eased her weapon, a huge broadsword, out of its sheath on her back and stuck it point down into the thin, rocky soil. The weapon's blade gleamed silver and was accented by the ancient Dragonrunes of strength and protection tattooed all over its surface. The broadsword's hilt was intricately decorated by two sinuous Dragons entwined around it, their bejeweled eyes shining with a life of their own.

This was Sileya, Elven warrior and princess who possessed the powerful Dragonfire Blade. She had wandered far, following the tales and rumors of a great temple that held a source of knowledge only the mightiest could ever hope to possess: the Truth. Yearning for that kind of knowledge, Sileya had battled her way across hundreds of miles of unfriendly terrain until she finally found the great Temple she was seeking.

As she stood there, Sileya fingered the hilt of the Dragonfire in contemplation, voices and the feelings of power growing steadily stronger. She should have known that there would be others seeking this knowledge, this power. There was only one thing to do; she would enter this Temple and overcome whatever obstacles she had to in order to aquire the Truth.

Shouldering the Dragonfire, Sileya put on an air of cockiness as she strolled down the winding path leading into the Temple. Before long, she entered a vast chamber where a scattering of warriors stood eyeing each other. Nothing was really happening at the moment, and Sileya very audibly yawned. Every head in the room whipped around to stare at her, some expressions angry and some just curious. Sileya grinned; apparently, no one had heard her enter. Going out on a limb, she decided to break the tension.

"Well, why are you all standing around like this?" She shifted the Dragonfire's weight on her shoulder, waiting. After a few seconds of silence and astounded stares from everyone, Sileya said, "You guys are boring!" She then picked out a spot against one of the walls, unshouldered the Dragonfire, stuck it point down into the rock floor, and leaned against the wall. With another pronounced yawn, Sileya closed her eyes and waited for someone to move.

OOC: Not sure who to use... well, Soumei is still in his first battle, but I need to work with him. He's my most interesting character. If you want to know about him, go to http://www.zeldauniverse.net/forums/...&threadid=6635
IC: Soumei walked through the forest. He slashed his way through the thickets. He ended up in an open clearing. “Darn it all! I should have known the peddler was lying the whole time! Why did I think it was possible!” He reached for his pocket. He pulled out a map. “There’s no way this could be the map to the ancient temple! I’ll never find the ultimate Truth!” In his blind fury, he threw the Kyuusai in a random direction. Realizing what he had just done, he ran over. He picked up his sword and looked up, and was astonished at his sight. An enormous temple. He gasped. “The temple! I’ve waited endlessly for this, and will finally gain the truth!” He walked inside.

Soumei walked through a small chamber. He ended up in an open arena. He saw warriors, all looking armed and dangerous. He then looked at the wall, and saw a young elven girl. She appeared to be sleeping with an enormous broadsword. Soumei walked over to her. She did not awake. “Idiot.” He thought to himself. He whipped his blade out and prepared to strike. “I will defeat you, foolish elf, and claim ultimate knowledge!” The elf quickly awoke, and used to her broadsword to block his. “You dare challenge Sileya, elven warrior and princess, and my sword, the Dragonfire?” Soumei grinned. “So, you’re not stupid, and posess fighting skills?” She just nodded. “Then this will be interesting.” He then motioned her to come at him. The battle began.

OOC: Okay, this officially means I challenge LadyElvenarcher and her character Sileya to a fight. Bring it on!

Shaya walked into the room of fighters and leaned against the doorway, "Cocky" said the half-elven Shaya. The Elven woman and the man fighting looked over at him. He grinned "I suggest you stop being so cocky Soumei" said Shaya mockingly. "It may lead to your death, hopefully, that'd make this a whole lot easier."
"How did you know my name!" Soumei yelled pointing his sword at him. "I will show you who's death it will lead to when I'm finished here!"
Shaya stood silent, Soumei's yell caused all the fighters to gaze upon him and Soumei. Soumei wanted to get rid of him yes, but the elven lady was still in a battle with him. "Very well, although I highly doubt you could get through the princess."
Then he turned and walked out of the romm a few paces, due to the clashing of metal again the fighters had resumed battling.
He turned to a pillar and began hack at it with his sword readying it for the battle with Soumei, if he lived...

OOC: I will join in this fight with my char Sheba, stats here: http://www.zeldauniverse.net/forums/...&threadid=7978

Sheba slowly walked into the temple she heard voices up ahead, she drew her sword, as she made her way towards the voices. She started getting faster and faster untill the people were in veiw. "Miyazaki!(Shaya)" she shouted. "I wish to allie with you, do you accept?" She stood there waiting anchiously for Miyazaki to reply.

"All of you shut up! Enough talk It's time." Nayku's voice boomed creating an echoed effect, the word time echoing softly to the Fareast reaches of this Massive Cathedral. Still in his fighting stance he lunged towards Setorin half-weary of the Moon elf's presence. He slid to a stop his eyes adverting to the aura. Gazing down at her broad sword his face cringed with anger, but then he remembered Vahn's description of a fair maiden.

He stared at her for a moment...That was the girl that Vahn, and she's the one that! Nayku thought to himself before his thoughts were jarred by a strike from Setorin. Already on the offensive Setorin lunged his knee deep in Nayku's stomach, pressing the chest plate inwards pinching his inners. Gasping for the breath knocked out of him, he staggered forward. Damn I got distracted.

"You should pay more attention Stygian.[/i]

ooc:Sorry for the confusion on Miyazaki Shaya part Miyazaki was supposed to be his real name but he covered it up and I forgot to mention it.

ic:Shaya was startled by the mention of his name. He looked over and saw his friend from his hometown, Sheba. "How did you get here?" asked Shaya as he examined Sheba for the first time in many months. "I thought I had lost you for a while back there" said Shaya happily to see his best friend.
"Well are you going to allie with me?" Sheba asked curiously.
"Of course I would!" said Shaya
Sheba nodded as they set out for the room the Shaya had just been in. He saw that Soumei was still in a battle. He glanced over his shoulder to see Zohik. "Hey Zohik!" cried Shaya
"Yes?" said Zohik not lifting his head.
"Ummm, I know I wanted to ally with you before but I have a friend here whom I have not seen in many months, wishes to battle. Do you accept?" said Shaya, his finger pointing at Zohik Zohik could only laugh and say "Again? Do you want me to take your friends precious life along with yours? Very well, I won't turn down a battle, get ready"
Sheba and Shaya readied themselves for combat. Zohik stood silent, waiting for a move...

Sheba got into her stance with her Ragnarok in her hand with her shield in the other. She was so happy, she had found her friend and now they would battle for the first time in months. She was confident they would win. Her eyes were darting around the room, looking at the still faces around the room. Her eyes settled on Zohik, there was mystery in his eyes, she knew he would be a tough opponent.