[HI VARENA!! WAVESSS]

The crowd was loud, almost obnoxiously so.

It made you feel almost sick, from stress, from fear, from..whatever this feeling in your chest was.

The sword in your hand almost weighed too much in your grasp, as you attempted to prepare yourself.

But no one beat the Champion, no one.

He was walking with the upmost confidence, ready to slice you into a million parts, but paused, staring at your struggling form, and the round hadn't even started yet. This would be stupidly quick, wouldn't it.

"Almost pitiful." He commented, before chuckling, "Don't worry, the crowd will enjoy this show no matter what you do."

He was correct, they were only watching because he was here in the first place. The crowds craved your demise. And they wouldn't care how the Champion made it happen.