[u][b]Thessir[/b][/u]

[b]"The boy's lauded as the most powerful mage in Razelia. I can't imagine what kinda baggage he's carrying when he's out of our eyes. I heard he used to be happier. Well, relatively."[/b]

Thessir could only grin and chuckle, shaking his head with his hat tilted forward so only the grin could be seen on his face. It still tickled him that his foe claimed he won out of luck when clearly luck was the opponent every step of the way through.

"I suspict his education was seasoned with a taste of the whip in a mannir of speaking."

[b]"Anyway, good luck with him if you ever get the luck of fighting him. Don't know how you'll handle him considering he's floored everyone he fought so far. Maybe you can abuse your shadow powers but you'll have to count on Varjan not adapting which is highly unlikely. Still, you can just forfeit the match and go home just like what his previous opponent did. Really I can't think of a way to counter him."[/b]

"Oh please, If I gave up every time I was about to fight someone toughir I'd of nevir made it past the preliminaries." He punctuated the end of his retort with a short dismissive laugh and a slight wave gesture.

[b]"So, I guess luck is your only weapon against him. Stock up on horseshoes I guess."[/b]

"Luck, luck, luck. So many are always on about luck." Thessir griped as the man left to his business. There he stood, the last fellow to remain on the arena floor though only at that time. He took in a deep breath and sighed heavily.

"Prepare as I might only fate knows who it shall crown the victor."

He spoke largely to himself, dwelling on what was. The medic hadn't disclosed any info that was particularly enlightening about his possible opponent so that was a lot of talk for what amounted to very little. Alas, time was ever on the march and he was not one to let himself get left behind. Taking up a steady stride he strolled his way onto the medical center. He figured his first priority would be to get his hands back in working order and since they were offering free service curing the third degree burns to his skin and flesh seemed like an adequately reasonable excuse for some free treatment. He wouldn't pass up the opportunity to strike up some conversation with any of Varjan's past opponents if they happened to still be recuperating in the medical ward.

After all, everyone has their style.