Bets were made. Even the centurions joined in. For the moment, no one cared about their duties. Most of their attention was on the dominating Fortus Knight named Brutus, who was mowing through his opponents before he was outmaneuvered by a female Wind Knight (Gilda went a bit wild on that) who won two more rounds before falling against a well-armored Talon. For an hour, there were cheers, shouts, jeers and laughter. It didn’t last. Just before the Talon could face his third opponent, a shout rang out: “The convoy is coming!” 