Owen looked at Rose, who had a sweet smile, as sweet as the air around them.
Thus, he held Rose and leaned against the window sill, fully becoming a spectator.
The first round of combat had ended, leaving several individuals lying in the middle of the street, all seemingly minor characters.
The two groups faced off in the relatively open street.
Shortly thereafter, dozens more people rushed in from both sides of the street.
They violently kicked aside and threw the various market stalls that hadn't been moved in time, creating a larger arena for the duel.
The combatants exchanged glances and then commenced fighting, employing close combat techniques.
Each move and posture was precise and stylish, making for an entertaining spectacle.
Observers from two factions were present, with the leader of the group from the west laughing continuously at the spectacle in the center.
