A large crowd formed around the two taken grays. The creatures in the crowd were there watching from a distance before, at a forum just along another path. They were all grays, looking to see who would fight longer. One slowly plodded over to the drawer, leaned in, as if to get a close look, and urgently let out a loud, roaring, sweeping sound. Others then went closer with him, to see what justified the noise. Then they all saw it. A small, yet noticeable sliver of light appeared through the eyes of both grays. The drawn rose, and automatically slashed at the drawer. The light in the drawer’s eyes disappeared, and the victor walked, celebrating, back to the forum with the crowd.