"I honestly didn't expect you would be the one I would face in the end. I had heard many a rumour about you, you're quite the topic of conversation you know?"
"You honour me with those words grandson of the supreme general!" Moby bowed. "But I must ask, are these rumours good or bad?"
"Hmmm… I can't say…" Adam shrugged. "I dare not complain though. You have come this far, thus, this means you must be the strongest this school has to offer. Does it not?"
"I can say the same for you as well!" Moby returned.
"Oh… Such boldness…" Adam's grin extended. "Last I heard such confidence the battle turned out to be a great disappointment."
"Don't worry. That won't happen, I can assure you of that."
"I hope so!" Adam sighed.
That was when Moby walked away from his position, heading to the center of the stage. And in a move that no one foresaw, he brought out his hands.
"I hope we have a good match."
