Murmuring softly under his breath, Myth told himself, "I believe I would would to volunteer," and then stood. He moved through the crowd with a determination, for winning would mean the possibility of the first stage of becoming a Blademaster would be finished: the finding and owing allegiance to a King or Queen that supports Relics, Evokers, and their use, and does not kill them all.

Myth threaded his way through people as he never did before, already going into a sort of combat-mode, as he stepped down to the dirt of the arena, a black-clad hand on each of the end of his swords. He already knew what he'd do: Start out with a sword in his right hand, and use his gauntlet or sword to deflect sword or axe blades, and later on, he would switch to using both his swords.