“Rays are being scattered around the hall, voices merge into a single hum, and glances wander over you with admiration. They would touch each other and talk after. They would have a piece you are made of. But the delicacy of success has long stepped over the border of what is allowed. And you know your possessions and therefore you attack first. Step, spark, blow. Everything happens quickly, the air cuts through the blade of rage and a direct gaze. Who is next?”