Disclaimer: I still don't own Golden Sun.

A/N: Fizz doesn't know any better, I guess. About the "Jenna-glare" thing, you'll find out...in Jenna's Story! Yay! Mia didn't want to fight, I thought that was obvious! Garet did, and she was complaining for him!

"Thanks. I'm done," I told the soldier who'd accompanied us once again to the Colosso finals. Mia, Ivan, and Garet had already chosen their seats.

He nodded and we headed back. The bell rang promptly, and I dashed out.

Through the easy mini-maze, across stationary platforms, across on a log and over a pillar of ice, sweating hard, up a wall, leap back down, push a log, jump!

I reached the arena first and grabbed some chain mail as fast as I could. I waited impatiently for my opponent to arrive. Finally, a warrior dressed in green reached the arena. He was panting.

Immediately I called out Flint, set again after Azart. The warrior stumbled. But he dashed back and tried to hit me with his dagger. I danced away easily, calling on a Ragnarok.

The sword fell heavily from the sky, pinning the warrior down. The crowd cheered.

"You can't beat Satrage, victor of Colosso, quite so easily," he muttered between gritted teeth, catching my cloak with his sword. He dropped a small object which I recognized to be a smoke bomb.

Sap!

Oh, no! Not another mean, scary...

Sap hit Satrage. Satrage held a hand on the edge of the arena to steady himself. He was nearing collapse. But he reached into his boot and pulled out a Druminat. He crunched it loudly.

Meanwhile, I was using my time constructively. "Ramses!"

He grabbed another Druminat hungrily. Sensing my win was near, I mentally pictured the ground shaking, making him fall.

Satrage avoided my Quake and hit me with his blade. I waved a hand over myself, healing my injuries. My supply of Psynergy today felt limitless!

He struck me again and I winced. Flint? Set?

Yup! he answered proudly, zooming towards Satrage. The warrior stumbled again, but managed a punch. Sap?

No! No! No!...Yes.

Attack again. Heal. An endless battle, it seemed. But I would win, no matter how long it would take! "Ramses!"

Satrage almost collapsed, but he had gained strength from the Druminat. He slashed at me again. I dodged it, hitting him in response.

Again. I felt my heart racing. Heal. Flint. It would end soon...

Satrage stumbled. I saw my chance. I hit him one last time...and he fell.

The crowd cheered wildly. I had won my second match.

I rejoined my friends.

"Isaac, you did great!" Ivan shouted.

"Yes, you did well," agreed Mia.

Garet apparently forgave me, because he said, "You did great out there."

I grinned, drinking in the compliments. "It was easy."

Mia sent me a warning look. "Actually, Isaac, we-"
But this time, it was Garet who covered somebody else's mouth. He muttered something and she nodded. I sent them a strange look and shrugged. It didn't really matter.

"Are you ready?" called the soldier.

"Yes!" I shouted back, following him. We reached the place for the final round. I was excited and alive with energy.

We stopped by each stage. I didn't really pay attention. I was the champion! I couldn't lose!

Ivan left after the first stage, and Mia left at the third. It was Garet and me until the fifth stage. I glanced briefly at the sixth stage and then left.

The bell rang. It was my time to shine. I raced out. Across another ice pillar. The stone pillar puzzle confused me for a moment, but I quickly dashed further. I ran across a ledge, not even worried like I normally would be. Next, I climbed up a wall.

I felt exhilarated. I ran down the steps. Across a broken conveyor belt. Finally, I pushed some pillars out of the way, rolled a log, and reached the arena.

I automatically grabbed the heavy sword waiting for me. I waited myself, grinning. Finally, a panting warrior appeared on the scene.

"You will remember my name," the pink warrior growled. "Navampa! Mark that name, young Isaac."

I gave him a dazzling grin. "I see you have already marked my name. Good. Remember me. You will be able to say to your grandchildren, 'I fought Isaac once! Yes, the Isaac, the youngest person ever to win Colosso! Of course, I lost...'"

"We'll see who loses," Navampa snarled. "May the best man win! I use that term very loosely."

I winked. "Everbody's human. I use that term very loosely."

That was all Navampa could take. He angrily tried to strike me. But Navampa was blinded by his anger. I danced out of the way easily and called out Flint.

Navampa stumbled. Yelling, he ran at me. I moved out of the way almost lazily.

I called out Sap next. I was deliberately provoking him, trying to make him angry. It was working.

"Ramses!" I shouted. Summons are more impressive when shouted aloud.

Navampa swung his sword blindly. He almost caught my arm, but I moved it back just in time. He managed to cut my wrist deeply, though.

I waved a hand over myself. Set! Let me go out, please! Flint begged.

Don't worry, I assured him, I will. Right...now!

Shouting with excitement, he flew forward. Navampa batted at the unseen force angrily.

He cut me again. I healed myself again. I called Sap. He slashed at me again. It was hit and block and heal, constant battling, no time to think. I was glad he didn't bring up the insults again; my brain wouldn't have managed any.

Navampa tossed a smoke bomb. I summoned Ramses. Taking equal turns, unsure of what the other would do. But I still felt confident. I would win.

Navampa angrily slashed at me again. I almost let out a yelp of pain, and, scolding myself for showing my hurt, healed my wounds immediately.

"I don't know how you do that, boy," Navampa muttered angrily, "but it won't work."

I smiled cheerily and summoned Flint. He stumbled. He hit. I called Sap. Navampa cursed. He slashed again. I was caught up in the rush of battle. I was tired, but I was alive! I was excited! My heart was pounding, like the noise of our boots smacking the packed-dirt ground.

Navampa danced forward, and almost felled me. I took a deep breath. This was the time. This was the moment. We were both exhausted but exhilarated. This was my chance!

I spun around, catching him unawares. I swung my sword for the first time in this battle. And he fell.

The crowd went wild. Navampa moaned. All of a sudden, my bones felt heavy. I looked at the sky. It was evening. I looked once more at Navampa...

And the last thought I had before collapsing next to my opponent was...

I had won.