Qualt entered the arena under the spectator's yells. He looked all around and saw Gloria, hoping for him to win. And he saw Dred, a sad look on his face.

"He was a soldier", then said the voice of the crocodile, "he survived to a darker, he was after a detective... and, now, he is an illegal fighter! He has metallic horns... Everybody, males and females, accueuillez in the arena our ice dragon: Qualt Ironhorns!"

The ground was dusty and dirty and he looked at the Bourgoistic room where he was observing the fights. And something caught his eyes: he wasn't alone. Indeed, in the room, a dark form was sitting... and was even relaxing. He recognized, as a light beam struck, a monocle and a bear form. The form was smoking. I think, reader, you all are intelligent enough to recognize who this was so I don't need to say his name.

Then, a gate behind Qualt opened and a white dragon entered.

"And, to face him, we have another 2nd Class. He controls an element that you shouldn't underestimate even if it sounds ridicule: the Bubbles element! And, croyez-moi, he isn't someone that you should underestimate neither. He is ready to do everything. Accueillez in the arena our dear Oltariev Dreodit!"

The yells were now bigger.

"Now that the presentations are done... Fight until the other one is dead!"

The two faced each other and began to turn around. Qualt's heart began to pound. He was going to kill or be killed in front of dozens and dozens of spectators were here, excited to see the blood flow, amazed in front of the death's show. He thought about the writer, this Orlath... Ah! This one surely had something to eat with all this violence! And, you know what, if this one would write a book about what was happening... he would read it. And he even would appreciate the story.

But now wasn't the moment.

He felt like a beast that you would point because "it looks funny". And everybody was looking all of that from higher, appreciating everything...

The stare between the two dragons looked eternal. They were turning around each other... and Qualt could clearly see that his adversary wasn't really trained. But, from what he was seeing only by his positions, Dreodit would have made an excellent soldier.

Then, he saw a false move. It was the moment! So Qualt took the opportunity and jumped on his adversary to punch him! But this last saw it and had the time to fight back! Indeed, he stooped and used his fist on Qualt's chest when this one was close! The ice dragon flew right into the ground and Dreodit ran into his direction! He rolled and, with his tail, at the last second, took the white dragon's left back paw, destabilized him and spat his ice on him after that!

Dreodit moaned when the element touched him but he didn't say his last word.

He turned back and used his element. A bubbles beam went directly into the Ironhorn's chest and, when the all exploded, Qualt was violently repulsed as he landed on the wall of the arena!

Then, a big bubble was created by the white dragon. A bubble almost as big as the dragon. It slowly came into Qualt's direction. And this last only had the time to jump on this side before, again, brutally being repulsed on the wall. But that was still better that being just a bloody corpse if he stood still. He coughed as dust entered his lungs.

He lift his head and saw Dreodit running fast into him, ready to finish all of that!

But Qualt knew what to do...

His front left paw was on the ground as he slowly woke up, his other was grabbing one of his horns and a back paw was on the wall.

And when Dreodit was close enough, he jumped, taking speed with his back paw and his front paw, and he detached a part of his iron horn to let the blade outside before doing a quick strike!

He stopped and slid a bit before turning back. His heart was still pounding.

He then saw Dreodit on the ground, on his back, his throat open, bleeding. He saw the life of his adversary leaving him just as the eyes went glassy.

He lift his head and saw Drer turning back and disappearing into the noisy and excited just as entertained crowd.

"And the winner is... Ironhorns!"

Qualt turned his head into the Bourgoistic's direction and he saw him giving money to the bear just as he saw them laughing right after Moneybag said something. And he hated them. He hated the way they were, he hated the way the looked, he hated the way the acted…

He simply hated them.

And he left the arena.