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Cecil Metus was angry. Fights always made him angry. Who dared? He was the Champion. Who dared to challenge him?
"The Champion, the Champion, the Champion," shouted his admirers standing around him in a wide circle.
"Where is that proton," Cecil screamed through clenched teeth.
Briel Gimei stepped out from the circle into the light of the globe floating in open air, reflecting off his sharply sloped forehead. "Right here," he replied stoutly.
"The Champion, the Champion, the Champion," shouted the circle.
Cecil stood and glowered. Briel was facing him seemingly without any fear, and that only served to make him angrier.
"Shake hands," commanded a voice from the circle.
"I never shake hands!" roared Cecil with a scowl that appeared as a permanent fixture on his hardened face.
"The Champion, the Champion, the Champion-"
Briel didn't respond, facing Cecil unflinchingly.
A hand from the circle reached down to a black box and flipped a large illuminated toggle switch. Lights began to flash rapidly. At the same time, Cecil reached down and pressed a button on his belt. A series of cracking and popping sounds was followed by a transformation of his pale figure glistening in the glow of the floating lights.
Briel did the same, except that with his sloped forehead and long arms he looked more like a glistening ape than a contestant in an energy duel.
The circle shouted loudly. Cecil held a long, dull-gray cylinder with a perpendicular handle and took aim at Briel.
"Have you ever seen one that large?" asked an excited voice from the circle.
The question was answered by a brilliant display of white light flashing from the end of Cecil's energy gun and bouncing off a stone pylon behind which Briel had jumped for protection. Most preferred this place for their energy duels because of the large rocks scattered throughout the area as potential obstacles.
"He can fire that thing in rapid succession," said another. "Watch."
Briel jumped out from behind the stone with a small device like a flat pistol in one hand. But his attack was deflected by a corresponding shot from Cecil as blinding light erupted throughout the area. The circle roared. "The Champion," they chanted.
Cecil's anger only increased. How dare anyone attack him and then hide behind a pylon like some wimpy neutrino.
When Briel jumped out again, Cecil was ready. White pulses flashed in rapid succession so that many shielded their eyes.
"He's off his feet. He won!"
Briel had fallen backwards so that he crashed to the ground just inside the circle.
"The Champion won again!"
"The Champion, the Champion, the Champion!"
The circle became a noisy throng around the Cecil Metus, who turned a switch on his belt so that the shimmering field vanished and he returned to his normal, angry self.
Narration provided by Howard Douglas, based on discussions with Bob Beundre.
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