Zandor smirked. "Size is nothing. I would do it myself...but-"
He is interupted by a loud crash, and a few chair fall off the arena. Darbock appears, looking almost de@d.
"Zandor...Dora..he...attacked...me...with Juggernaut..Lina...they took her..." He falls over, out cold at their feet.

Zeta snarled, he said nothing out loud but he commented to Zandor, via the force.

Your friend, eh? I told you I felt something not quite right about him.

He looked down at Darbock but did not bother to help the hopper. Besides, Zeta felt that he would be fine anyhow. Zeta had other things on his mind now....

Zadnor's eyes where wide. "Why that..........no matter." He picks up Darbock and supports him. "Great. Just great...1 hour before the fights and this happens. Looks like you and Moo are going to be the only one's fighting on our team." He looked up at Zeta. "But I doubt either of you will need any help."

Using the force and his own strength, Zandor takes Darbock out of the arena, leaving Zeta alone.

I can assure you...I will need no help. He will be defeated.

Zeta snarled loudly, anger very evident upon his face. He clenched his hands into fists as the wind around him began to pick up.

"His blood will be mine..."

Zeta did not want to defeat the creature for Zandor's revenge but for his own victory. He wanted to be the next champion, he wanted that power and there was nothing he would not do to get it....

"Ms. Lina captured? Thought it would never happened." Tagar walks out of the shadows, shaking his head. "Well, this certainly makes things interesting. From what I can see, they've captured her because they don't want Zandor to win. If he wins, they'll ki|l her."

He grins and Zeta. "Looks like their scared of you friend. If Zandor rescues her, you and Moo will crush them."

Tagar's presence seemed to startle Zeta, as Zeta had not felt him through the force.

Interesting.. He thought to himself.

"Who really knows," Zeta said quietly, his mind being else where. He turned to Tagar after a moment.

"What are you doing here?"

"Making sure Zandor doesn't blow to much of the arena up. Last time he was mad like that, he nearly blew this place up. Didn't expect to find you here though." He grinned, showing his pointy teeth again.

"So...you going to help him, or fight?"

"I've not decided yet.."

Zeta said as he eyed him cautiously.

"It was not my idea to enter the tournament in the first place."

He thought quietly to himself for a moment, thinking of the so called champion.

"You don't supposed that the champion is with them now? With Zandor and the woman?"

"I highly doubt it. The battles start in 30 minutes, he's probably here already. He tends to come here early, see the other fighters. They'll be at the main training grounds, if you want me to take you there." Tagar walks past Zeta and toward the exit, without waiting for an answer.

"Very well," Zeta said, but he was more or less talking to himself.


Zeta followed after Tagar, but it was at a fair distance, it was easier for him to observe this way.

Though he tried to keep his concentration placed on the tournament, his mind seemed to draw elsewhere, toward Zandor and his so called friend. Why, he did not know. Perhaps a part of him could sense something wrong. Everything was always wrong to Zeta, unless of course he himself was producing the wrong, then it was all well in good. Any other time, he didn't like it. What he felt now, he didn't like.

It mattered not, he would take what he didn't like out on that so called champion. That is if he found him.