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Fafnir had been waiting  among the crowd of cheering mortals and the other warriors that had been awaiting there turn to sign up. The dragon was still in bitter thoughts over the entree fee, as the thought of having to pay for sport sat ill with him. In his day, such fees were unheard of as far as he could recall. Though not since the Roman coliseums had he witnessed the sport of honorable combat be so extravagant for spectators. This was his second tournament of this era, and after losing his first match in Rio, he had become anxious and uncharacteristically impatient for his next fight. Still that anxious desire, that itching instinct for combat, didn't stir the primordial knight's unwavering gaze to one of the matches. Adorned in his plated armor, his still and silent posture made him appear as a statue amidst the spectators. He watched with anticipation between a rather spectacular match of two men, one with a great blade, and the other adorned in blue, launch each other back and fourth. When the final blow was delivered and the crowd became deafening loud at the result, Fafnir smiled. 

Rain had come from seemingly no where. Strange, as the clear skies bore no indication of such weather. The dragon knight has lived for a great deal of time, it wasn't unheard of for unexpected weather. Still, something about today and a small sense of suspicious from some others in his field of view made him a tad bit cautious. It would be a true dishonor for something to interrupt his fight or the fights of these fellow warriors. Such a thought left a bad taste in his mouth. As so, he remained some vigilance towards the surrounding crowd and the sky. As creature of cold-blood, the cold rain was a mild discomfort even in his armor. While he couldn't manage his body temperature naturally, through use of ki he was able to drastically increase his own heat. Using a lesser variation of his 'Burning Honor' technique, his body was heated up enough to boil water at the touch, though there were no external flames present to alarm the surrounding crowd. Drops of water that fell upon the armored behemoth sizzled into steam almost immediately. 

Seeing another match was about to take place, still awaiting his turn, the once unmoving dragon turned to some of the potential competition. The ki he could feel from some of the nomads present here gave him a small sense of thrill. Two that really caught his attention were what appeared to be a descendant of dragon's, and a strange woman engaging in conversation. From his distance, his crimson eyes stared towards them in curiosity. More interested in the one who may potentially share an ancestral kinship, his stare was diverted back to the arena. The very thought of the pleasure of watching another potential wild battle between two warriors was enough to satisfy his impatience for his match.