The crowd roared with anticipation as the next match was announced. The announcer's voice echoed through the arena, dripping with excitement.
Green strands of magicules carried sound with clarity through the arena. Arthur was wondering where was the beastcore and its operator that orchestrated it all.
"Now, for a contest of wits and might! On one side, the tenacious Mevia, whose mastery of the blade knows no equal, yet. And on the other, our challenger, a man of iron will and unmatched defense, bearing the shield of fortitude and the sword of determination!"
Melite stepped into the ring. Her eyes glinted with focus, she had switched fighting style for a more offensive one.
Her twin blades rested at her sides. Across from her stood a towering man clad in light armor, his broad shield polished to a mirror finish and his sword ready to strike.
The gong sounded.
