Chapter 2 He’s still Biggie, but I’m Not So ‘Twiggy’ Now eh? Part 3

“It’s just a fight?” Amelia had said, three hours earlier. “You called them games though. Fights aren’t games, nor are they a very... Classy way of solving differences between uh, what were they called?”
“Grey Areas” Din had answered. “And yeah, they aren’t very glorified, but don’t go calling then ‘just fights’” He frowned slightly “Anybody can fight for water Amy. The difference is the ‘who’. We’re Tursen, not just random sand rats scrounging for a drink”
“Yeah?” Amelia scoffed jokingly “Judging by your build, I doubt you could fight off a rat. In any case, what’s so special about Tursen? How does that change a fight into a game?” She crossed her arms, as if to say “Humour me”
“For the simple reason” Din said as he too crossed his arms mockingly “That Tursen have an...Unexplainable power.” Amelia raised an eyebrow.
“Power?” She said “That sounds ridiculous. You sure you’re sane?”
“You’re the one asking questions. So go ahead and don’t believe me”
“Touché”
“Damn straight” Din said with a smile “Anyway, as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted” He affectionately punched her arm “The difference between a street brawl and a ‘game’, is that the earned water is pure. You know firsthand what it feels like to get water on your skin. Now multiply that by a couple thousand, and put that pain on your insides. Is it worth it to get a drink of water? I doubt it.”
“So, to continue, the water won in a ‘game’ is somehow purified. I said Tursen have power, right? That power is purification. Any time two or more Tursen are put against each other, the water nearby somehow purifies itself.” Din stood up from the stone bed and sat back down across from Amelia.
“Then why don’t you just have Tursen fighting while it rains?” Amelia said.
“I don’t know if you realised this yet” Din said laughing “But the rain would kill us before purifying. It kinda stings when it touches you, no? Come on, I’ll tell you more later. Let’s go check out the Atrium. But stick close; I’m not exactly liked around here.” The pair stood and left the room.
“Any specific rules?” Din called across to the trio standing in front of him. He could see them shiver at his voice.
One of the two followers took off their cloaks and looked up at Arthur. He quickly shifted his gaze to the floor in front of his feet. “Elimination. We’ll fight in one on one’s until you lose, then the next fighter will take over.” He called back to Din.
The foreigner who spoke took a second to tie his hair up behind his head. He wore the outfit of an Ulto Tursen. Their symbol, a snowflake made of daggers, was tattooed onto his left cheek. The extremely long sleeves reflected their theme of “Avalanche in the desert” while their bottoms were covered by a kilt-like piece. The entire outfit was made from the purest of white cloth. It was a shock to the eyes in contrast to the pure black cloaks worn to ward off the rain.
“If it’s elimination, then we won’t need to call Shale, will we?” Arthur asked, looking down at Din.
“Prepare yourselves. The challenger barracks is that way.” Din said, pointing down a long hallway. A path of people had opened up for the challengers to walk down that way. Din turned to Arthur “To be honest old friend, without Phera here, I doubt we would need you” Arthur shivered again, and walked began walking towards the host’s barracks. Din had already disappeared.