If someone tries, I'll stop them. [Zelos hasn't exactly taken a step forward, but he looks like he very much wants to, as if the best place to watch a sparring match is from right in the middle of it.

Nethan is more circumspect, though there's a bit of amusement on his face now.] Yes, I'd prefer you not use magic. Cole!

[One of the matches nearby breaks up and a soldier looks over.]

Lend me your sword for a while.

[The sword gets passed to Nethan, who almost immediately turns it and offers the hilt to Yuan. Its owner starts to object, but Nethan shakes his head.] Take it up with the Chosen, if you plan to make an issue of it.

[After which there are no more objections. But at least two grudging spectators.]