From the fifth floor down to the first, the hall erupted with excitement as students chanted in unison, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" The atmosphere was electric, with a palpable buzz of anticipation that seemed to vibrate through the walls.
Suddenly, a voice roared through the chaos, cutting through the uproar with commanding authority. "WHAT'S GOING ON DOWN THERE!!!?" The hall fell eerily silent, every student freezing in place as if frozen by the sheer force of the voice.
"You may be allowed to duel whenever you want as long as both parties are in agreement, but don't do it in this hall!!!" the voice continued, its tone brooking no argument.
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Drago, his mood lightened by a generous swig from a full bottle of rum, glanced at the unusually pretty elf seated across from him. "I thought you wanted to stop them from fighting?" he asked, his voice thick with curiosity and the effects of alcohol.
