The gamemaster turned back to the other fighters. "To those who have lost: Do not worry. Another chance will come" he said, looking at Controller of Ice. "And to those who haven't fought yet: your time shall soon come." He said, looking at Scrapper. "Wait a minute..." the gamemaster said, confused. "Where's the other fighter?" "WAIT!" Called a voice. A scrawny man with a crude sword and shield ran across the arena, face planted, then got back up and ran to the warriors. "I'm sorry, who are you?" The gamemaster asked. "...Mark" said the man. The audience laughed. "Well, 'Mark', why dont you and the rest of the fighters head back to the barracks. All of you will need your rest for tommorow's match." Said the gamemaster. Eric led everyone back into the barracks. The gamemaster looked on, grinning eagerly behind his mask. it's happening... he thought to himself.