Already, Kazi was concerned for Theo. From equipment and weaponry alone, Princess Elara von Aschersleben held the enormous advantage.
The man sitting beside Kazi bristled. He didn't appear to be a royal but was certainly a magic-user. The way he looked at Princess Elara was that of a teacher.
The commentator's voice dropped to a dramatic hush. He had hopped off the stadium and sat at the commentator's desk, leaving the referee alone with the teenagers.
"Prepare yourselves, for this will be a clash of titans in miniature form! But before we begin a word from our sponsor. The Thunderstrike Brotherhood's new brand of light bulbs are—"
'Sponsorships? Now? How shameless.'
Princess Elara's staff glowed silver. Theo lifted his hands and had them close yet apart. The two contestants were born ready. The referee, an elder with a long, white beard, signaled the start of the match.
"BEGIN!"
