Sandaru is informed that the constable wishes to speak with him and is asked to wait near the arena until he is finished dealing with the female admirers from the common folk.
A group of fighters near Cassius, including Odenat, Gunnar, Glenn, and Rigobert, are discussing the tournament and its finalists.
-- This is ridiculous. The red armor, costing a small estate, is one thing, although it's unclear why a fighter's worth should be measured by his wallet. But these tricks of a novice are already too much.
-- We need our own tournament. Like the brawlers have – we'll decide what's allowed and what isn't. A closed club, without all these people, -- Rigobert nods towards the crowd of spectators. -- They annoy me.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт