Like a dance, the competitors bobbed and weaved with tremendous footwork. Each step had a counter and each attack had a dodge.
Just as Vant had imagined, it really was the same scenario as his last match. But he was the small one compared to the giant python. Now, Vant was the giant that struggled to hit the little guy.
The tempo only knew how to speed up in that fight. Both competitors were forced to go faster and faster to the fullest extent of their training. And while Vant could technically keep up, having such a small target made it nigh impossible to hit. The opposite was true for the rabbit, who managed to get first blood from a cut on Vant's forearm.
"Just call it."
"Not yet…" Zelsh sighed, now ignoring each look that Fotain sent his way.
"There's no need for them to get hurt and injured when--"
"Shut up and watch. I think your guy will lose, so why should I submit without a chance?"
