Looking away, Oli sighed. His self-taught hatred for that dragon species began to fester as he needed to acknowledge their clear dominance.
"If you don't know Korvik, that means he'll be begging to spar." Vant chuckled and got Oli's attention, "Best be careful, or you might find yourself making a new friend and rival, whether you like it or not."
"Thanks for the warning…" Oli laughed off the comment, glancing back at the proud dragon across the way.
The shortened intermission flew by, only slowed by Oli's wandering thoughts. But very soon Lady Inka descended again, this time with Uutrai as well. Uutrai stepped to the side while Inka made the call. "Brak, Zelsh, it's time to send in your final representatives."
Unflinching, both Drogat and Tilgron leaped out of the stands. The tiger gracefully landed and growled. The dragon circled the arena from above before landing with a deep snicker.
"Do you have anything to say before we begin the final match?"
