It wasn't just the fifth group enjoying the mock battle. The crowd, who seemed to be having fun a while ago, went from ecstatic to explicit—eyes straightforward to Ned, boring him like he was a rough gem soon to be cut.
The only hunters who didn't notice were the one from afar the circle of their battle. They fought with sticks and spears uncaring.
Horn, who was lost in thoughts after the battle, forced himself to declare the winner.
"J-Jerra," he said, lips quivering. Knuckles scratching behind his head. "Shwins the battle. "
Jerra—well, Ned, clipped his hands to his sides and bowed to the unconscious warrior.
