Mircea had managed to gather a pool of sweat down her back. However, she was least bothered with the fact that she was soaked with her own sweat. This duel had been rather interesting. He was as tall as Mircea and a little buffed up which was not much of an issue. Mircea was certain she would win this little battle in a few more minutes.
A movement caught Mircea's eyes. She glanced at Urban, who was moving through the little crowd she had gathered. Much to her annoyance it happened frequently. People always wanted to see the queen. He came and stood at the front with Leigh, who had scored his position a while ago.
Her opponent, Elias, strategically attacked Mircea while she was getting distracted by a certain dark curly head witcher. She shifted her attention back, defending herself from the attack. Elias was a cunning bastard who was here to simply win the battle. It was time she finished this battle.
