There was no doubt about it, Muttu had a disturbing level of fighting skill. It suggested more combat experience than any Rider ought to have if the Vow of Earth still held. But then where had the army that destroyed Kalonia come from? The Vow of Earth could not be trusted anymore and Klane already knew this even if not all Riders yet understood or acknowledged it. Muttu switched his silvery dagger from hand to hand, feinting and dodging. He knew now that he was facing no ordinary weapon since it had snapped the handle of his axe like a twig. Klane was wary too. He needed a different tactic. It was time to go on the offensive. The klane had a setting that span off focused rotating electromagnetic fields. They could be targeted using a technique he’d practised in Kalonia and he hoped he still remembered. Suddenly Muttu’s dagger turned hot in his hand as it began to act as a heat sink for the churning magnetic fields. He dropped it with a curse and Klane followed up with a rush that put his opponent down. “Yield”, he called in a loud voice. The surprised Rider was stunned into submission and the fight was over.