"Derek, get down!" came a call from across the field. Derek's instincts took over and he ducked the strike from behind. He backed away from the two men in leathers that were facing off against him. Glancing over he noticed a young girl, his friend Reyna was the one who warned him. He refocused on the two now in front of him.

  The only advantage in this situation was both of the individuals in front of him were being selfish. They both wanted the glory of defeating him, so they wouldn't be as coordinated. Chey and Wey, the brothers before him, bore a striking resemblance, both in complexion and attitude.

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  His situation seemed dire, as he had just ran into the edge of the circular ring. Derek was rapidly running out of options. Dodging another strike from Wey he Backed up to the very edge.