"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! He's in critical condition and may need the assistance of the Saintess! Get the diagnostic array ready right this instant!"
Frantic screams of the healing priests echoed through the stunned atmosphere of the coliseum. A team of three white-robed clerics scrambled over the fractured stone and carefully lifted the unconscious, bloodied body Everett Herst onto a stretcher.
Near the center of the arena, Kurt lifted and looked at his right hand where he held his blade. There, still clinging along the edge of the blade were a few lingering particles of sparkling blue stardust.
The moment he tried one of these dancing glitters, they all faded into nothingness.
Up in the stands, Ayako slowly pulled her comically big sunglasses down from her face. A fascinated smile stretched across her lips and her heart raced against her ribs with an unprecedented adrenaline rush as she stared at the confused Kurt.
