Bab 190: Tit for tat

Marg, Elsa, and I spent the rest of the evening in the back seats. 

The next fight would start in a matter of minutes and whoever wins would be my teammate in the finals tomorrow. If the winner got 26 points, he'd be a point behind me. And to be first he'd have to get exactly 29 points. 

With two minutes left, the announcer came on stage and cast some sort of magic. I say magic because the whole place sparkled and a second later the whole court became brand new. 

"That's some really interesting power he has there."

"I know right." A young boy looked back from just the seat in front of me. He had a smile: probably thirteen? I actually didn't know how to respond. "Oh look, the players are here!" Well, he certainly was excited. 

I was forgetting that no matter what this was a sport, a very brutal sport, but a sport regardless. 

Sigh. 

Marg squeezed my hand slightly. "Are you hurt?" She looked very worried.