Two competitors stepped into the arena.
One of them held a spear crackling with lightning, and another one carried a long sword burning with flame.
They stopped a few meters from the twins, eyes sharp, scanning the twins.
Rynar smirked and rested his fists on his hips.
"Only you two? Come on, don't tell me that's it."
Rynor laughed beside him.
"Yeah, at least bring a few more. We don't want to finish this in ten seconds."
The two Revalis youngsters frowned as their pride was looked down on.
"Arrogant... you think both of you can fight more of us that easily..."
Rynar tilted his head, smiling.
"Please. We're not being arrogant. We're just saving time. You'll understand when the match starts, so... add more!"
The spear user frowned and soon pointed his weapon at the twins.
"You talk too much. Let's just see if your mouth moves faster than your fists."
Before the fight could start, one of the elders leaned toward the patriarch, smirking.
