Alaric stood tall, crimson eyes fixed forward. Across from him, Asher waited in still silence. They faced each other like statues. Neither flinched nor looked away.
"Hey, that is the champion of house Glimor, right?" One of the spectators whispered to their companion.
"Yeah, he's young, handsome and also looks strong."
"You think he can win against Asher?"
"I don't so, but who care who win. We're just here for the show."
"Hahaha, yeh."
The murmurs spread through the Crowd.
But Alaric didn't pay any mind.
Then, the announcer's voice rang out...
"Begin."
The moment those words left, they both moved and circled each other like predators, boots scraping against stone as they closed the distance.
Then Alaric struck first.
A testing jab.
But Asher deflected it with his forearm and countered with a swift uppercut that Alaric barely twisted away from.
The crowd leaned forward as the two men exchanged a flurry of strikes.
