He grabbed Amora away, holding her possessively and running a finger along her jawline. "Yes, this is the one, Falor. Very talented, and a quite handsome piece, isn't she?" He released her, pushing her into his office and closing the door behind her.  He faced his cousin, smiling toothily. "You realize the winner of the tournament gets to fight me to the death? Wouldn't it be a shame if you had to kill your favourite cousin because you won? Naturally, I want my little prodigy to win. You know my physical and magical ability is weak because of my mixed heritage." He hummed, musing. "You don't suppose I have more power than I give myself credit for, do you?"