Thomas laid himself down, carefully on the cot. Relaxing himself as he did so. He was glad to be able to lay down, the first time for him in several days. Most of his sleep was caught sitting in a chair for a couple of hours, and most of his food was ate while carrying on with his duties. Thomas rolled over on his side, to relax even more. He would kill for a warm bath, right now. Thomas wondered who was fighting in the melee, currently. Probably Jezin, and donned his black leather doublet, as he headed outside. Eventually, he made it back to the dirt runway, now converted for a melee. It appeared as if the match was even for now. Thomas watched from afar, as the fight unfolded, taking mental notes of both of the contestant's fighting styles.