The announcer cleared his throat and forced a smile, raising one hand to calm everyone down.
"Alright, alright! Let's calm down before someone decides to start Round Two right now!"
The laughter that followed broke some of the tension.
The announcer scanned his list again and lifted his voice.
"Next, Rovric Revalis and Ragric Revalis! Step up and draw your numbers!"
The two men exchanged a glance before walking to the glowing box.
Rovric carried his sword slung casually across his back. He smirked, reaching to the box, and took one orb out.
"Let's see where fate puts me."
He lifted his orb, and the number shone clear. "Seventeen."
The crowd cheered lightly.
Ragric followed with a faint grin. "Then it's my turn."
He reached in, pulling his orb without hesitation.
The number glowed bright. "Twenty."
Gasps went through the stands.
"Seventeen and twenty? That's close!"
"They're in the same bracket!"
"Wait... if the match order goes by seeding, that means..."
