A few more matches went by, and the crowd, like always, cheered and shouted, always waiting for the next battle.
The announcer raised his hand, his voice booming.
"Next match! Contestant Number Sixteen versus Contestant Number Seventeen, Rovric Revalis!"
The stands came alive again.
"Rovric! The flame swordsman!"
"He's one of the top young elites!"
"Now this is going to be fun!"
Rovric stood up from his seat, his confident grin already forming.
He rolled his shoulders, then glanced toward the twins. "Try not to blink."
Rynar leaned back, unimpressed. "We'll manage."
Rynor smirked. "Let's see if you can do better than your lightning buddy."
Rovric just chuckled and walked down to the arena.
The crowd followed his movement, whispering his name like a wave.
His opponent, a young man around his age, was already waiting at the center.
He already had his sword in hand, eyes cautious but determined.
