The match had started. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, but just as the referee raised his hand to signal the beginning, Misha turned around, her calm expression breaking into a smirk as she looked at Hiro.
"Mind if I end this quickly?" she asked casually, her voice low enough for only him to hear.
Hiro blinked, surprised for a moment, but nodded with a grin, giving her a silent gesture of approval. He knew better than to doubt her.
Then Misha turned to face Vance, her voice loud and sharp now. "You're not even a man, are you?" she mocked. "Using your guards to bully a little girl. Pathetic."
Her words echoed across the stage like a whip crack.
The audience erupted into laughter. Several soldiers and spectators whistled and jeered at Vance.
"Did she just say that?"
"She really went there."
"Damn, this is gonna be good."
