The sounds of clapping echoed in the arena, with some people chanting, "Sir Badak!" while others booed at him.
Badak threw his hands in the air, basking in his victory and soaking in the admiration of the bloodthirsty crowd. He had won five opponents in a row, and if he was to reach his target, he had two more opponents to defeat.
Lucien scanned the area with his eyes for the millionth time, but like every time before, he was met with disappointment. He sighed, feeling distracted since the beginning of the tournament, his gaze darting around for someone he had hoped would be there to watch his joust. But she wasn't there.
"Why are you distracted? You should be watching Sir Badak closely, studying his every move!" Soren yelled, making sure Lucien could hear him. Just like the crowd, Soren reeked of excitement.
"I have seen all I needed to!" Lucien replied, his voice devoid of enthusiasm.
