The first teams from the Whitecloaks and Reds made up the first semi-final. There had been a couple of hours break since the quarters and competitors who were too wounded to continue were culled and replaced.
The Whitecloaks had come through relatively unscathed. Sandor and Mal had minor injuries, but they were well enough to continue and in the leader's judgment they were better wounded than most of his guild – even when the scrubs were in full health.
The Whitecloaks guild leader paced.
"Calm down Ying," Trik said. "We're through."
Ying scowled at Trik. "We're up against that bitch. I really don't want to lose to her."
Trik hid his smile. "Your ex?"
Ying grumbled. "Not even. I asked her out once and she laughed in my face."
"Oh," Trik said. "At least you are man enough to admit that. I'd probably lie."