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Exhibition’s winner, Falcon Vadid, get to declare one of three styles for this tournament. The choices, for those who do not know, are Battle Royal, Tournament style, and Event style. Normally I would deliberate with my council now, but for the sake of your patience, I have already decided. This year’s Elekai’ Exhibition will be . . . Event Style!” Chieftain Narroway exclaimed. A perfect mix of cheering and booing met his revelation.
    “The opening ceremony, as is customary, will begin in three days at sunset. Good luck to everyone, and may the strongest lead us into a new, glorious generation!” Chieftain Narroway finished, and he and Lamik retreated into the back room as the crowd dispersed.
    “Ok, who here knows what Event Style means?” Shaved asked.
    “Well, Shaved, you being one of the only two smart people here means that Rolce better know or I’m going to have to do some reading in the library,” Crass said. “Please, Rolce, please tell me you know what this is all about! I hate books! I hate the way they smell, I hate the way they feel, and I especially hate the self-important, self-righteous asses that went about writing them to begin with! Seriously? Who the hell all of a sudden one day was all like, ‘I think what I’m thinking is important. Let’s put it down on paper so others can appreciate me.’ Screw ‘em! Screw ‘em all! Please, Rolce! Help!”
    “That should be the least of your worries. Don’t you see? That’s why the Strifes are here! Should a Strife win, everything, and I mean everything, about the Renegades could change. When the tournament ends, the peace treaty between Chieftain Lamik and Chieftain Narroway will come to an end, and unless a new treaty is declared . . .” Rolce said.
    “War,” Shaved said.
    “Good. Better start getting ready,” Gisbo growled as he left the group and walked away with his hands in his pockets.
    “What’s his problem?” Crass asked.
    “Lady troubles,” Knob said.
    “How do you know?” Grandfield asked.
    “Apparently, that Malik Strife guy was porking Gisbo’s lady before they dated and she never told him about it,” Knob said.
    “WHAT? The same guy who nearly killed Kinny? He’s, he’s here?” Rolce exclaimed.
    “The very same. It was awful, Rolce. I saw him beat Kinny half to death.” Grandfield said. “I think Gisbo’s got the right idea on this one. Better get ready.”
    “But first, what the hell are we getting ready for? What’s the Event Style?” Crass asked.
    “Event Style is just that: four events representing the four elements with one week to prepare in between each. The first event will be announced on Sunday and the event happens the following Sunday. Depending on what team wins each event, Renegade or Strife, they will get a slot in the final event, a Battle Royal with full attributes and weapons to determine who rules over Heaven’s Shelter and the Renegades. Whether we like it or not, all of our lives are going to change come the end of the tournament,” Rolce said.
    “Or it will stay the same. If I win, I’m choosing Chieftain Narroway to rule over us again,” Knob said. “Even though he’s not too clear on directions.”
    “You really think you of all people are gonna be chosen to represent the Renegades in the finals? Grandfield said. “Two blasts for meetings, three for an invasion! How hard is that? We learned that in Perry’s class!”
    As Grandfield and Knob argued, Rolce’s mind wandered. He was bothered by the news, but also by his friend. Gisbo wasn’t just acting weird and distant after the news, but before it.
    “We need to talk,” Jackobi said, suddenly appearing by Rolce’s side.
    “Gisbo?” Rolce asked, knowing full well that Jackobi and Gisbo shared an emotional connection as Man-Phoenix and Sentry, the Man-Phoenix’s sworn protector.
    “Something’s wrong, and it isn’t just woman troubles,” Jackobi said. “I’ll explain everything, but first, we better get Falcon,