'''''"Paranthelion, do you know who I am?"''''' she asked, her light taking the form of a sphinx as she spoke.
Evangelione was awarded the audience’s collection, a gold brick and the meagre purse from her vanquished opponent. Both heroes needed to be carried off the field of battle to have their wounds dressed by [[arena|arena]] doctors. I shook my head at the violence I had just witnessed, consoled by the knowledge that they had gained some experience that would help them on their quests and that the [[arena|arena]] hospital would take better care of them then [[Godville_(Town)|Godville]] General Hospital ever would. I was glad that Evangelione had won her first [[arena|arena]] battle, but I knew it wouldn’t be her last visit to the [[arena|arena]]. It was inevitable that one day she would be beaten, the laws of Random so often brought down the mighty, and I would see my Lady’s champion vanquished on the field. Maybe not the next fight, or the one after, but eventually every hero sees defeat.