"So, are we going to fight right here? Won't that be dangerous for Silvana and Riska?" Adam asked, looking around.
Tron smirked as he headed towards the middle of the wall.
"Don't worry. This place was made to be useful as well as sturdy. But, I know what you're talking about. Random attacks could land in the spectator room and for Silvana or Riska, it could end badly."
Adam nodded with a serious look. He wanted to start fighting, but Silvana's safety was above all else.
"Well, we have a solution for that." Tron said before waving his hand towards the spectator room, "Hey, Dahla, it's time to do this! I need your help!"
As soon as Dahla heard Tron's voice she abruptly turned around, coughed, and made a serious, calm expression on her face.
"I'm sorry girls, but it's time to get busy working so you don't get hurt."
Riska rested her cheek on her hand, a slight smile on her face.
