"Mr. Vayinthe!"
A hand shot up, slicing through the anticipation. "Yes, please" The question hung in the air like a challenge: "How do you feel to face the opponent you have once lost to?" A tough query met Jaxen's lips with a cold, inscrutable smile. "Nothing. I feel nothing"
Elowen's hand met her forehead in an exasperated gesture from the sidelines. Jaxen's empty reply left the room in a stunned silence, the atmosphere thick with baffled anticipation. "Any more questions? I am ready" Jaxen's voice sliced through the quiet.
"You are about to face an opponent who defeated you unexpectedly in the past. How has that previous loss influenced your preparation for this fight?" The question came, seeking substance. "Oh, that old loss? I barely remember it" Jaxen feigned a heavy sigh.
