As Jo'jan walks back towards the arena, she notices the chief walk away from the daughter and out a way into the blood stained sand that was the combat area.<br/><br/>"People of Sha'shabi! The day grows late, and my daughter grows wearysome.. The fight must end soon. Bring out the weapons rack!"<br/><br/>Two men walk into the field from the sideline holding a crudely made wooden rack holding many maces and clubs. The two competetors rush towards the rack, but the man; in his haste, trips and falls. The woman quickly grabs a club and relentlessly begins clobbering the man. The man curls up in a ball and cries out the surrendering word. "O'jo te fati! I am bested.." The woman ceases the clobbering, a smug grin of victory on her face.<br/><br/>"The fight is over! Su'ta is the victor!" Cries out the chief.<br/><br/>Jo'jan smiles as she witnesses her good friend win the fight. "She taught that man a lesson, no doubt.." She whispers to herself.