"Is Lydia here?" asked Zac.
"Lydia? You have to be kidding. She hates these things."
"So, how does this work?"
"The tournament? Well, tonight everyone who enters goes into the arena over there. You know how in boxing if you're lying on the floor or whatever for ten seconds? Well, that's what we do here. Only rules are you don't kill anyone, and you can't bring in real weapons. Of course, that last one can be a bit of a weird rule, since a lot of us are living weapons."
"Yo! Frank! Who ya wi- hey aren't they the Hanson pansies?" called a male voice.
"One of your friends Frank?" Taylor teased.
Actually, it was three of them, Kevin, Drake and Spud.
"You fighting?" Spud asked.
"Nah, their Mommy won't let them," Frank snickered.
The Hansons looked at each other.
"C'mon, I challenge you," Drake said, poking Taylor in the chest.
"No, thanks,"
"Wuss! What about you? You chicken too?"
"No, I'm Zac."
"Funny," Drake sneered. "What about you, Pants-down?"
"You know Drake," said a familiar male voice. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't provoke Isaac into fighting."
"Aww, you not scared of the little Pants-down pansies, are ya Rocky?" asked Kevin.
"No, but we don't need any more shape shifters in this fight. Having one is tough enough," Rocky replied, with a sly grin at the Hansons.
"You're a shape shifter?" Spud asked, staring in awe at Isaac.
Isaac nodded.
"And he's better than Z for that matter," Rocky went on. "Please, I'd like a chance at winning. So, you boys entering?"
"Of course," Frank replied.
"Is Z here?" Zac asked.
Rocky nodded.
"And Trinity. Z and I are entering."
"Do you know anything about Angela?"
"She's fine. Don't you worry about her."