When the agreed time arrived, the person in charge of supervising the combat arrived at the scene and was greeted by a: "Greetings to the deacon of the sect" from all those present.
The man in his fifties only gave a light salute in response and began giving some details to the dueling participants who would be Desmond and his opponent whose name Desmond didn't even bother to learn.
Without much pause, Desmond and his opponent climbed into the arena and took up their respective positions, waiting for the person in charge to give the order to begin.
"Ready to die?" Desmond's adversary exclaimed seemingly out of nowhere.
