As Myth broke through the crowd, including a great deal of others at the same time, he began taking in his opponents. Many appeared to be the sellsword or mercenary; another appeared to be a foreigner. Taking a closer look, and whom he had called to, he remembered details of the nation, but not the name nor the culture. They were another of the Church of Idris's servants, some more that would kill anyone in possession of a Relic. He took in others who possessed something that didn't quite fit, just as his black gauntlets didn't match his blue-steel armor and eagle-emblazoned chestplate. The Eagle was a symbol of the Blademaster's power: Until he was a Blademaster himself, he would wear his father's. His symbol would more than likely be that of a sword of lightning.

Pushing the thoughts aside, he came to a stop as everyone else did, in more or less of a line a certain distance from the crowd, and a certain distance from the King. Stepping forward, Myth raised his voice, shoving down his anxiety and nervous tension into a deep hole, and called out after a flourished bow, "Your Majesty! Greetings from an Apprentice Blademaster, for my father is the current Blademaster! Should my father be correct, you will know the title, and know why I am here! However, I have a question that I'm sure others in this crowd would like to know, Your Majesty! I hope you can forgive me for my break in... Royal etiquette and protocol, for I know not of it. I would ask if those of us in possession of Relics may use these Relics with non-lethal force in the Tournament, provided we are ready to accept any consequences that comes with revealing our powers in this dangerous time for the Relic-using kind. I am now finished, Your Majesty, and I would ask if I may have an audience in the foreseeable future concerning the Blademaster and Relic business. Ah... Thank you for your time, Your Majesty."Then he gave another bow.

Then Myth Dragon stepped back into the crowd of participants, who now stepped away from him and gave him a circle that both the audience and the King could see straight through. Very silently, very slowly, he let out a very deep breath of tension.