"Ready for this?" Elynea, her fingers delicately adjusting Treth's armor, spoke in a gentle tone to the young goblin. With silent affirmation, she nodded, her gaze fixed upon the vast arena. There, amidst the empty expanse, only the solitary figure of the announcer stood, poised to proclaim the imminent commencement of the next match.
"I've been trained to conquer those fools!" Treth, attempting to imitate Dean's way of speaking, declared proudly before receiving a sudden blow to the head from Sheila.
"Agh!" Treth groaned, clutching her head, as she glanced at Sheila, who leaned closer and began to offer a warning. "Confidence is beneficial, but underestimating your opponents is the gravest mistake one can make in combat," Sheila stated with a serious expression, addressing Treth, who nodded silently in understanding.
