The twins stepped to the edge of the ring and raised their hands so the crowd could see them.
Rynar then yelled loudly enough to cut through the noise.
"Dear spectators... don't you think that this competition is getting a little... bland?"
A ripple of confusion spread through the crowds. The announcer's smile fell and some contestants glanced at each other.
Even a few elders frowned and leaned forward, wanting to know what these troublemakers wanted to do again.
Rynor grinned, voice playful.
"Every year it's the same competition. Win one match, then the next, then the next. That's fine if everyone's the same level."
He turned his head and looked, staring at the crowd and spreading his hands.
"But we're on a whole different level, so... as the strongest ones, we want to propose a change of match."
People began to whisper louder. The announcer cleared his throat and stepped forward, nervous.
"Change? What do you want to...?"
Rynar quickly cut him off with a shrug.
