A man with short brown hair and broad shoulders announced the official status of the combat.
Before calling their names and accepting bets, observer No. 8, took a few steps forward, lowered the cases to the ground, and returned to his spot.
Without saying anything, the man looked around, the nobles' looks of curiosity amused him as much as the two formidable fighters waiting for him to act.
"Khm."
The man coughed, silencing the last whispers in the crowd.
Then, he looked at the girl and then at the young man, announcing in his powerful, bright voice.
"Ms. Giselle Hurxo and Mr. Diron Valthorn, I see the moment of your battle has finally arrived. What will be the stakes?"
Diron didn't bother to answer, Giselle did instead as she looked sternly at the insolent observer.
"As always - one twilight coin. Be professional, notify the administration, and let us start as soon as possible."
