"Get ready to fight. I'm challenging you!" Michael said, his eyes trained on Jirah Loar.
Jirah Loar didn't say anything at first. It took him a few seconds to register what happened.
"Are you perhaps drunk, or maybe even suicidal?" He asked upon realizing that Michael was talking to him, and that he was foolish enough to challenge him.
"Suicidal or not, get ready. We will fight in the Colosseum arena in ten minutes," Michael responded, "Or you can just give up without fighting and hand over the Flag War Token. That would be even better."
Jirah's eyes narrowed upon hearing that. However, it was not until he noticed that Maria and the rest of her loyal fan club were waiting for his reaction that he reacted.
"You are a fool to dream that you can win against me. Don't even think about getting off lightly. I will beat the shit out of you!" Jirah bellowed, but Michael merely shrugged.
"In ten minutes be in the arena. Don't be late."
