Darman made it to the Quarters in the Grand Tournament. He was feeling somewhat excited for this match, though he hoped that it wouldn't be as hard as the first round. Darman stood in the middle of an old street, with destroyed buildings surrounding him. The environment here should not be as difficult to manage as the sands of Tatooine. Darman closed his eyes in his helmet and smiled slightly as he thought of his strategie. Although he heard he was fighting a fellow mandalorian, he would make sure not to hold back.