"Round 4! The next match is Allen Emmanuel Kent of Oxwade versus Salem el-Rasheed of Bayt Alaistikhbarat!" Shamone's voice boomed through the arena
Allen stood calmly, his gaze fixed on his opponent. Salem, however, looked agitated, his face etched with anger. "I heard you were close with Rasheeda," Salem said.
"Not that close," Allen replied, his expression neutral. "I only duelled her once."
Salem's anger flared visibly. "Dueled her? What kind of duel did you have?"
Allen raised an eyebrow, confused by Salem's reaction. "Hmm? A one-on-one fight, of course. What else could it be?"
"Didn't you fight her seriously and hurt her?" Salem pressed, his eyes narrowing.
'Did I?' Allen thought 'If I recall it back, Mrs. Tina was healing Rasheeda after the duel ended.'
"Probably," Allen confirmed, his tone calm. "Rasheeda is a good fighter. If I weren't serious, I could have lost."
