Tonight I participated in the Dominion Fighter’s Circle Tournament for the first time.
…ah, did I say participated? Make that won.
It was no simple feat. The arena, built by the Guardian Shelkhan, reflected his desert origins and was filled with objects one could use to gain advantage over their opponents. The competitors themselves were varied and fierce. I began by facing the last champion, the Cassian Thayrin; she fought well but was utterly disappointed by her defeat. I followed with a bout against my chua friend Dan Ghemorwess – the little one is very resilient! Then came Sam Cotter, who surprised me with his firearms and flexibility.
My last opponent was the Mechari called Varo. He was… relentless. Easily the most daunting opponent I faced all night – and with good reason, as he had already downed Rynat, Kalderack, Alex of Venator and the Guardian. I gained the early hand in the battle, but he caught up fast, landing blows to my legs and sides which nearly put me out. He attempted to throw me by my horns! We went for some time with neither of us landing a solid hit, until finally in desperation I took to the air and pounced upon him with an attack he could not deflect, to win the round and the day.
My horns ache now, as do my thighs and the spot on my head where Dan headbutted me. I expect my ribs to be bruised in the morning. But as I sit on the throne which Shelkhan had prepared for the champion, I do not care. The Guardian, for that matter, is thrilled with both the initiation of his new arena and with my victory, and has already spoken of erecting a statue to commemorate this night. Would that my sisters had seen it - they would be so proud! And I am so proud myself.
Of course I shall have to fight in the next one as well. I cannot simply give this throne away.