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Kwan and Tucker stood apart from each other, both sending death glares across the arena. Tucker's glare was accompanied with a knowing smirk. Kwan's, on the other hand, a victorious smile. Begin.

Tucker pulled out three throwing knives. Kwan walked confidently with his mace in hand. Taking aim, Tucker took a deep breath. He calmly raised his arm as he prepared to launch the knives at Kwan. Kwan didn't realise the impending danger and continued to move towards Tucker, speeding up the closer he got.

Tucker threw the three knives and gripped his spear tighter. The knives flew straight, knocking the mace from his hand and cutting most of Kwan's spare weapons from his waist. He ran towards Kwan, who was at a standstill.

He made a stab at Kwan, who barely moved out of the way. Kwan drew his last weapon, a short sword. He held it before him. Tucker made a few teasing jabs with his spear. Kwan barely dodged and blocked each one. His face was becoming the very picture of shock, of worry. He was scared now. Getting bored, Tucker disarmed Kwan and kicked him. Kwan stumbled and his back was left facing Tucker when he found his footing. Tucker swung his spear round so that the wood was across Kwan's neck and held his spear there with both hands. "Yield!"

Kwan shook his head and kept struggling. Tucker pulled it tighter around the jock's neck. "I said yield!"

"I... I yield! I yield!" The crowd cheered.

"As usual Tucker is climbing his way to the top! Our next fight has Dash, who will be fighting against Sebastian!" Again, the crowd went wild.

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