"Sssssss" everyone sucked in cold air once Favour got struck on the chin with the mace. The strike was laced with strong intent to win at all cost and to put her down for good.
"Savage" the emcee muttered while staring at Orpheus with a new light
"One!" the emcee began to count. Once he counted to ten and Favour wasn't back on the stage, she'll lose the match.
"There's no way she can survive that. Can she?" Aris turned to the demigods behind him
"Th-the head of th-those maces are s-spiked, r-right?" Sara stuttered in shock
"Brutal" Emilios muttered
"She won't die from it. The body of a magus increases as they advance from one stage to another. Since she's a primal in the advanced stage, she will definitely not die from this" Martha explained "Besides; I don't think Orpheus is dumb enough to use the amount of force that will kill her"
"Two!" the emcee raised two fingers in the sky
