It was the second hour of the battle between you and your uncle Seth, you were locked in a fight on a small island in the river, where the sand barely reached, so it was harder for Seth to use it to escape

He didn't even take off his mask, dressed only in a clint and gold bracelets. He was physically tormenting you to the point of fainting, constantly changing positions, and now he was above you, holding a spear to your throat

Seth: The daughter of my worst enemy is beneath me and my hand is shaking, damn.