Tyros soon enough stepped forward and soon enough looked over the wall of melee weapons that had been hung up and to choose from them. He didn't waste time thinking over whether or not it would be more fair or honorable in fighting unarmed or with a blunt weapon at that.

Namely he walked over and soon chose out the best weapon for such an occasion. A power sword, that he gave a good feeling and a few swings at that. They were ordered to take it to the first blood - but if the indoctrination had taught them anything. It was that, against their enemy - the xeno - then no honor was there. Except in victory and success. Pride wasn't much use on the battlefield and neither was taking this as anything then one-hundred percent.

With weapon in hand, Tyros soon stepped into the ring against Brother Kelmorian - armed with a power sword and ready to fight until first blood.