Blood trickld down the side of Zeldris' head as he cracked his neck loudly and chuckled. "Well done! Wutherhorn. Let's get serious now."
He instantly took a position, his legs spread and his feet facing opposite directions. He put his club in his mouth and bit down on it, clasping his hands together. Light wondered how the man could fit the width of that club handle in his mouth but he quickly waved the thought away.
This was Zeldris' way if cultivating. He didn't cross his legs or sit on the floor like the others. He stood straight up with his eyes open, a technique he had cultivated for years, he called it the Buddha Stance.
Light didn't say anything to him, he simply raised his blade, the black sword hummed faintly in his grasp as wisps of dark and light energy flickered around it.
The arena was silent, every body watched in suspense and slight anticipation of what was going to happen next.
