With a grunt, the Monk unleash bolt after bolt, but Matthew was taking each one as he walked forward. The Monk looked panicked, his comrades defeated and this young man shrugging off his attacks. He was scared, he mumbled a prayer he let off another spell. Yet Matthew closed the distance jamming his blade in the spell book it was ruined, he was about to hit the Monk, when he fainted. Sighing Matthew turned and looked to the crowd walking towards the center of the arena raising his sword. "Come, lets take a bow, for the crowd." He said waving as he jammed the blade in to the ground. "No  trouble at all right guys?" He said smiling to them all as they cheer, men running out to tend the Monks as they winners were cheered.