[i]Fenrir looked up, noting the falling top of the tree. He grunted, then dropped to the earth, his blade engulfing itself in the now familiar blue flames. As he laded on one knee, he stabbed Ragnarok into the ground, and the blade pulsed. The ground cracked, spreading fast around him until it reached a good fourth of the arena. Out of the cracks came blue flame, and then, from the center of the circle outward, fire erupted from the earth, producing a pillar of flame at the heat of the sun. It lasted a few moments, then dissipated, leaving the Eternal Crusader kneeling in a crater. He stood, searching the surrounding area for any sign of the young man.[/i]