Fiona's hand rose confidently, — I want to fight against him, Richard, I guess. — She announced, her tone steady and self-assured. As Fiona stepped forward, the atmosphere in the room shifted perceptibly.
A calm and composed demeanor enveloped her, punctuated by a warm smile that drew Richard's attention, though not in a way that brought him comfort. He had grown weary of those seemingly polite smiles directed his way. Fiona's unhurried descent to the stage suggested a surplus of self-assuredness, bordering on arrogance, and it rubbed Richard the wrong way.
"Why do I need to fight again?" Richard pondered internally. The idea of surrender crept into his mind, but an inner urge resisted, compelling him not to back down from a challenge. Slowly rising, he descended to the stage, preparing to face Fiona.
— Why do you want to fight with me? — Richard questioned, he barely knew this girl, making her specific desire to face him in combat perplexing.
