Draama moved from her house to beside the judge as the other housemasters had. The match was over and Firebrands lost both of their matches. She knew the honorable thing for them to do was withdraw because they had no chance of winning now. Kel moved to her side and moved her head into Draama’s hand. “ I hope you do not mind housemaster rubbing my head and hiding my shedding scales there.”
Draama chuckled to herself as she started to do just that. The old judge noticed this as well and looked to Roc. “ Housemaster Roc of the Firebrand house. With respect, your house has no chance of victory. There would be no dishonor in withdrawing but you still have the power to help decide the victor of these games if you so chose.”
Roc looked up to the dragon to his side. “ I will do as my great master wishes.”
All eyes turn to Titanus, who looks toward Koal. “ As fun as it would be to mess with my rival I can see this is a father-daughter issue that needs to be settled.”
Titanus then turns to Kel and nods to her. “ Young one you have done more than many many could dream of doing and few have the courage to try. If you would like to discuss your future after these games I am open to that.”
Kel thought about it a moment. “ I will consider it.”
Titanus chucked to her tone. “ Fair enough Kel of the house of the Timeless Lance. My house withdraws.”
Draama squeezed the scales in her hand when she saw who Koal chose as their shaman in the final game. She squeezed them so hard that they bit into her flesh. “ Draama housemaster of the house of the Timeless Lance. You have the advantage and may initiate a challenge or have two attempts at one of theirs.”
Peter noticed Draama frozen as well and came out of his eye. Not in his form of fog but in his form ready to fight, his form of a Drakan. “ Now is not the time for doubt or hesitation my shaman.”
Draama squeezed the scales a little harder. “ Battle of spirits.”
Draama took a few steps back as the other shaman in front of her spirit becomes a dragon in front of them. “ The weak fool thinks he can fight me like that. I spent well over four hundred years to achieve the eighteenth level.”
Peter looked at the other shaman’s soul amulet. It had eighteen different individual spots of colors on it. “ My house has the advantage. I will go first.”
Peter sticks out his hand toward his side. “ Come forth the spear of a thousand battles. The heir of Zwilander, Outlander!”
Suddenly a silver spear appeared a glow beside his hand and he grabbed it. “ Master Spirit my father told me much about you.”
Peter smirked as he looked an eye toward the spear. “ Outlander I am glad we finally meet. Zwilander was always a pain to deal with but I count few as a better friend than he. In battle and out.”
A silver shield appeared on Peter’s off-hand as he readied for a fight. “ A spirit this strong as our first challenge Master Spirit. My father’s tales of you do you no justice. It will be a fight to remember.”
Peter chuckles. “ You are your father’s daughter. Do not get ahead of me now. We are on a stage now and must play it out some.”
The spear tilted some. “ A play-act. You have my hopes up.”
Peter sighed. “ And I thought you would be open to a challenge of control.”
Outlander pointed back toward the spirit dragon. “ Every battle can not be the greatest.”
Peter smirked again and took a step forward. “ I see you are done.”
Peter opened his free hand and invited him to bring his best. The dragon in front of him growled and parted his jaws before blowing a blast of fire in his direction that was magnified by a gush of his wings. Peter raised his shield to the blast and an aura shield covered and protected him. Peter smirked again and looked toward the silver spear again. “ As I thought you have an ability of defense your father did not.”
Suddenly the shield on his arm acted on its own and it went to move as if deflecting the blast back at its origins and the aura expanded in the direction to push back the flames. The dragon barely noticed this and leap to the sky to avoid being caught in the inferno. “ That was equal to an average adult dragon’s breath. How did you push it back.”
Peter charged a few steps before leaping toward the dragon. Again another blast came for them and the shield protected him as he pushed threw it. When he came within claw and spear range he had to activate his time slowing ability several times before he was able to get in range of the dragon’s neck. As Peter thought his opponent had an escape ready in this situation and his form changed to a Drakan as well as Outlander was deflected by a sword. The shield barely blocking the counter to follow and Peter backed away. He took the moment backing away to take note of the rival shaman’s amulet and well over half the abilities have been burnt out as he has lost almost all of his time manipulation. “ Ah, this reminds me of the time you and my father fought that rogue holy priest. He was a crafty one I was told.”
Peter smirked again. “ Crafty and clever. Not too bright, however. A bag full of tricks that one but I had a few of my own. He was twice as strong as this one.”
Outlander sighed. “ How disappointing. I was hoping for a challenge. I am using more energy being here in this state than he is worth.”
Peter recalls the five states Zwilander was in. The rusty form he was no more than a basic spear. After much time and love, his default state became a wood form. After that was steel then silver then his final state was black. The state that was golden was his final state and he knew of only going into once. “ Enough time has passed Outlander. Let us end this.”
Draama could not believe the power and planning preformed in her eyes. The spirit of her amulet was very powerful. It was strong enough to take down an amulet that was second only to the housemaster it belonged in. Not only that but he won as if it was not a challenge to him. Her spirit withdrew his spear from the other spirit’s neck after the surrender was given. It was an honorable fight. As he was moving closer Draama noticed the other shaman done as she picked up a spear. Draama did not realize it but hers was ceremonial as the others were a war lance. She quickly readied to defend her spirit as the other attacked him from behind. As if he knew she was there her spirit spun rapidly and put his spear to her neck as he gripped the blow in his side. “ The fighting style is familiar and your will is the same. You must be Nelaait.”
Peter gripped his teeth in pain as he pulled the spear out of his side. He then jerked the spear from out of her grasp and tossed it away. Draama moved to his side. “ Why sister? Why did you break the rules of the game?”
Nelaait spat on Peter as he put his hand to his side. “ Take Outlander my shaman. She is yours as she is mine. Wield her well and she will honor you as her father honored yours.”
Draama took the silver spear from her spirit and was surprised how light but powerful it felt. Peter took to a knee and looked into his hand. The blood there was as real as he was. “ Why spirit if my father denied me should I let the runt have you?”
Peter sighed as he went back to his two legs and grabbed the spirit amulet on Nelaait’s neck and pulled on it. “ Do not deny me spirit. You can not protect her anymore.”
The defeated dragon raised his weakened and watching head. “ She is my shaman. The fool she is but she is my fool till the end.”
