ETAN
He stood at the side of the ring, waiting, straight faced, but fighting a grin. Ayleth's cousin was walking stiffly, clearly still feeling the effects of his knee earlier. Though he didn't like to take cheap shots in battle, the Duke had started it by throwing the dust in his eyes.
He would show him how a true artist fought this time. And carry Summitras' honor with him. Borsche was about to have kittens, bending over backwards warning Etan about the foul and cheating moves the man might use this time. But when the Master of Ceremonies called them into the ring, Etan's confidence wasn't faked.
But as they toed the painted lines and turned to the bow to the King, then to each other, a bell tolled, it's chime echoing over the crowd as the magic used to enhance it made sure every person in the audience heard it.
