"Well that was...interesting." Queen Burn said, yawning loudly. "Now I sound like a RainWing?" The crowd chuckled and Jasmine threw back her shoulders, looking five seconds away from running up and ripping Queen Burn's wings off. Two more cages rattled into the arena as Jasmine was hustled back off. Queen Burn growled and the SkyWing announcer shifted uncomfortably.

"Ahem! We recently saw a fight between two Lost Continent tribes, but there are THREE! So why not put one more Lost Continent tribe against one of our own! Truly see who is more powerful!" A ripple of worry and even disgust ripped through the crowd. 

"Get on with it!" Burn hissed lowly. The SkyWing spread his wings in a bow. 

"In one corner, we have a Lost Continent dragon, a SilkWing, traitor for betraying HER QUEEN, Dove of the SilkWings!" A beautiful dragon was herded into the arena by guards. She glared at them and lifted her chin at the cheering crowd. "And in the other corner, traitor for DESERTION, I give you Pacific of the SeaWings!" A SeaWing was shoved into the arena, looking around frantically, as if he was planning to run past the prickly wall of spears. 

"CLAWS UP!" Pacific lifted his spear, claws shaking the slightest bit. "FIRE READY!" They both rolled their eyes at the same time, exchanging the same are-you-stupid-we-don't-have-fire look. 

"FIGHT!"