Scier had also watched the fight and quit exporing as he had time for it later, but now when he saw it he knew what truly went on. This was essentially a battle, of life or death... you had to be deadly serious if you wanted to win... weaver and you loose... he could see that now, it was obvious as it was right there. He finally started to understand some of the questions that still laid unanswered, what really made a guild so strong... perhaps it was because of competitions like this... because they constantly clashed against each other, testing one and another to improve and become their very best. Yes, it must be the reason... a deadly game until the end, but jsut before the brink of death... mercy and survival... a Hunters game... cat and mice... or the match between two predators. Hearing his name getting called for the fight he sighed slightly, he looked up towards the one other whom was sellected... Wes. "So... Its time isn't it?... " he said as he moved towards the battle location "Well... Wish me luck... I guess... " he sai as he passedby some of the others.