Total silence engulfed the courtyard while a lonely breeze swirled up the dirt off the dry asphalt. All bounty hunters had taken their positions outside the combat zone, respectfully. Draeter leaned against a wall, eager to see the progress his friend made on Baldau; yet the outcome was still in question. Likewise, the dragon was more than acquainted with Archangel’s ability his iron will all too well. He knew he wasn’t going to hold back anymore. It was rending to see a reptile like Demron Prastivan fallen so far from grace. Would Yetshi be able to pull him back up?
Statyk and Archangel both hadn’t moved an inch as they studied their opponent, waiting to see who’d deliver the first blow. Suddenly, like a literal bolt out of the blue, yellow sparks began to spring from the Yoshi, hopping softly over Yetshi's new combat suit and scales; hardening his muscle mass as he had learned on Baldau. It was his last prepara