Of the many people in the tavern, most turned their attention to the upcoming fight between the wolf and the girl. Normally, visitors wouldn't be distracted for the sake of a normal fight, as they happened too often, but now there was an important moment.
If the girl could win, she would even score, and if the wolf defeated her, she would prove her superiority, at least for the time being.
"Are you ready?" Fox girl asked, with a slight smile on her face.
"Yeah. How can you not be ready to win?" Wolf smirked, placing his hand on the sturdy stone table.
"You're too arrogant, though, as you always are!" The girl exclaimed, doing the same.
Marg smiled, "Gael, which one do you think will win?"
Gael didn't answer right away, first, he looked at each of the contestants carefully. His experienced gaze traveled over their bodies, examining every detail.
Then, Gael pronounced, "The wolf. It will probably be him."
