Keliek't rolled his eyes as Xhol gave his speech. At first he waited patiently, but at the end of it he seemed to have decided that enough was enough. The last words had barely left the young T'Skrang's mouth before a rain of stinging blows landed all over his body, mainly his arms, wrists and one particularly stinging one right across his nose, making his eyes water. To add insult to injury, as the icing on the cake his legs was swept away and he suddenly found himself on his back in the mud, wondering how he'd gotten there.<br/><br/>The crowd and Xhol's friends just stood there, their mouths open in awe. They had hardly seen the old bard move, then suddenly Xhol was on his back after been hit a dozen or so times, Keliek't had just danced between the five of them and singled out Xhol without anyone even reacting fast enough to do anything to stop him. Keliek't's mighty tail had finished what his "sword" had started, sweeping Xhol's legs out from under him.<br/><br/>"I enjoy a longwinded boast as much as the next T'Skrang, hatcling," Keliek't said, now back at his original possition, "but doing so after the duel has actually started is just begging for a world of hurt. You are dead, my friend." The stunned crowd finally recovered enough wit to grasp what had just happened, and a loud cheer could be heard. It didn't sting as much as the five friends would've thought, they knew their friends and neighbours were just cheering cause they've seen an amazing feat. The scornfull laughter from Brendan and his friends though, that hurt.