The host awkwardly coughed and stuttered, "Well, t-the mighty Vajra has concluded the fight, and the v-victory goes to.....Princess Ranya!"
The crowd was rather silent at first, but they soon regained their enthusiasm and cheered for the princess.
Meanwhile, she indifferently stepped outside of the stadium, uncaring for any of the praise.
A few state medics then entered the stadium and carried the injured prince to care for his countless wounds.
Aadityapal was biting his lips very hard, and he was suddenly less confident on his own chances to win.
*Bam*
However, in the midst of his self-wallowing, Alex had jabbed his arm on the prince's shoulder, and he whispered, "Look, she's very strong, but I still think you can win."
'Honestly, I'm not too sure...' Alex simply encouraged him to increase his confidence, since lack thereof was never a good thing.
Aadityapal gulped, and he gave him a thumbs up, "I'll....win!"
