"Number 3! We'll be seeing our second seed in the second match of the semifinals!"
Clutching the stick, Freele stepped aside but stayed on the stage. At the same time, Fulkar came forward for his turn.
"Number 1!" shouted the announcer with added excitement. "That means each top seed will face a dark horse competitor! What will happen? Will our top seeds hold out and prove their worth? Or will the underdogs make history and claim the championship match for themselves?!"
"Save the predictions for after the fight…" Fulkar scoffed, joining Freele at the side of the stage. "You got lucky again."
"Shut up…" Freele replied, not minding the banter but too eager to hear who her opponent would be.
"Who will our dark horses be facing… well, it's time to see for ourselves! Oliver, would you do the honors?"
