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in their headlong rush toward Garth, recoiling and cringing against the side walls of the arena as the
mammoth thundered, its heavy trunk flaying about to snatch up the last of the goblins . . .

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Magic: The Gathering - Arena
William R. Forstchen

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For Kevin Malady and John MinaтАФ
because I know theyтАЩll enjoy it.

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CHAPTER 1



тАЬSTEP BACK, GIVE THEM ROOM!тАЭ

Garth One-eye, a thin smile of amusement creasing his face, followed the orders of the raggedy man who
had appointed himself as circle master. Stretching lazily, Garth moved to the back of the gathering
crowd. The owner of a fruit stand set up in the shade of the building was preoccupied, eagerly watching
the excitement, and Garth helped himself to a Varnalca orange. Drifting away from the stand, he pulled
out his dagger and sliced the treat open, tilting his head up to drain out the juice, which washed away the
dust of the road. He adjusted the patch which covered where his left eye used to be and then moved
around the back of the crowd, looking for other such opportunities. Seeing none, he moved in closer to
watch the excitement.

In the middle of the street the two fighters, moving warily, paced back and forth, eyeing each other as
they pulled off their robes in the chilly evening air. The crowd around them was swelling, pouring out of
the alleyways, hovels, and swill houses, shouting and laughing. After all, it wasnтАЩt every day that one
could watch a fight for free, even if there was a minor risk of getting hurt when the spells started to fly.
Overhead, shutters were pulled open, people leaning out of the windows to watch the fun.

The raggedy man, chest puffed out, strutted about, his spindly, dirty legs kicking high as if he was a true
Grand Master of the Arena. With a broken stick in place of a golden staff he drew a circle in the mud.

тАЬNames and Houses?тАЭ

тАЬWebin of Kestha,тАЭ the stouter of the two fighters snarled, puffing his chest out and thumping it.

тАЬOkmark of House Fentesk.тАЭ

тАЬType of fight?тАЭ

тАЬOne spell cast which is also the wager,тАЭ Okmark said.

Webin nodded angrily in agreement.