The roar of the crowd ebbed and surged as the first pair of fighters took the stage, the arena's energy pulsating with each clash of blades. Arthur remained near the edge of the cavern, his hood casting shadows over his cyan eyes as they followed the flow of combat. A bookmaker flitted among the spectators, taking wagers with a sly grin and quick hands. Arthur slipped a coin into his palm, his voice low but steady.
"Black Hair. To win."
The bookmaker hesitated, his gaze briefly flicking to Arthur's hooded face before nodding. "A risky pick for a new fighter. But, your coin."
Arthur said nothing more, his focus shifting to the arena where Fedlimid was now stepping into the ring.
The announcer's voice boomed across the cavern. "Next match, Black Hair versus the Steel Wolf!"
