Tagar walked ahead of him, his large feet leaving prints in the sand. He lead Zeta about a quarter mile from the arena, to a flat area. A variety of training and battle equipment lay in a large fenced in area. "This is where everyone trains, not to good to look at but it's good enough."

Several monsters where in the field, practicing before the fights. Several Zuum types, two hoppers, a strange doll like creature, and... "Juggernaut."

The huge purple Golem stood to one side of the area, lifting two huge iron weights. His huge hands squeezed the metal hard, as he lifted them up and down, up and down. His trapezoid head with it's small red eyes, stayed still. He didn't even glance at Zeta and Tagar as they entered. His body seemed to be made of solid rock. It was big, bulky, and showed no sign of muscle.

The weights fell to the ground with a thud, his long arms stretching. Those long arms, almost as big as their owner had taken many lives. Juggernaut's immense hands could easily crush a human's bones.

Juggernaut walked over to doll creature, and picked it up. It was only about 3 ft. tall, and had an evi| look about it. Juggernaut grinned evi|y, and crushed the doll in his hand, it's screams off pain could be heard all over the arena. No one looked up, no one seemed to care. The doll feel to the ground, de@d.

"Sick..." Tagar growled under his breath.

Zeta watched the huge purple Golem crush the doll, yet his face remained emotionless as he did so. He made no comment, yet his eyes seemed to be glued on the purple creature, observing him. He observed everything about him, from the way that he looked, the way he stood, all the way to what he did.

Although Zeta did not say it, in his time as a Sith, he himself had seen things much worse being done to others.

"Does he speak?" Zeta asked quietly to Tagar.

"Rarely. He uses his strength for words. Disgusting creature, and most of his kind a peace lovers. But him..." Tagar shakes his head.

Zandor dropped Darbock off at the small hospital at the edge of town. After making sure he'd be okay, he began a frantic search for Dora.

Zeta laughed, though it was a laugh that he kep tto himself. He imagined that Tagar would not understand his laughter anyhow.

So he simply nodded his head and response, meant to replace his hidden laughter.

"Never one in the same, perhaps his behavior is what makes him unique..."

"Are other creatures meant to fear him, I mean, is that what he is after?"

Even as a Sith, Zeta was always after something. His behavior was not without meaning. There was a reason for every action he took, a meaning behind his meaning. He wondered the same for this large purple creature.

"More or less, yes. It seems so, because he certainly would have achieved that by now. Nobody takes him lightly, and I mean nobody."

Tagar turns around and faces Zeta. "Listen, you maybe some Jedi or Sith or whatever, but this guy isn't a push over. Zandor has used Sith like you before, and they met their end. Juggernaut doesn't use the force, true. But he's strong, he's fast, and he's smart. You maybe strong, fast, and even have the force stuff, but this isn't gonna be easy. Not one person has beaten him in ten years, not one."

Zeta narrowed his eyes at Tagar, he would have snarled except that he was trying his best to keep his temper under wraps.

"Did I ever imply such a thing?"

He put his hands into fists, though at his hand, not once raising his hands.

"Nothing in life, or of anything for that matter, is easy. It is how you face a challenge and how you plan that determines your outcome. It does not matter what you have, but what you do. Even the greatest of champions can fall. A new champion can rise in another ones place, strategy is the key to becoming victorious, but it can also be ones downfall..."

Tagar gives him a cold look, then grins suddenly. "Yeah, well, you Sith types can be pretty confident sometimes. If you got ki|led, it would be such a waste of a good warrior." He walks out of the area and looks back into town. "Tell me when you're ready to go."

Zandor had searched most of the town, and had not found Dora. He headed for Lina's house, wondering if the rat was looting the place.

Zeta still had more questions about Juggernaut and he knew he really could not get the answers he needed by just standing there watching him. Perhaps Tagar could answer him. He followed after Tagar.

Tagar stood there, thinking, not paying attention to anyone else.

Zandor finished his search, Dora was not in the town. He had clearly fled into the desert, somewhere. Annoyed at the delay, he quickly began his way back to the hospital, wondering if Darbock could remember anything.

Juggernaut looked around, and spotted Zeta and Tagar. He slowly began to approach them.

Zeta was about to ask Tagar a question about Juggernaut when he felt a new presence enter the area. He was not yet familiar with Juggernaut's presence, so it was new to him.

He turned to face the direction of where the new presence was coming from. His face was expressionless as usual, yet he silently wondered why the creature was heading this way.