The Referee was standing at least six and a half feet tall, with a muscular build that spoke of years spent training. His skin was a deep bronze, and his short, cropped hair was streaked with silver. He wore a sleek, black uniform adorned with the emblem of the tournament. His eyes were sharp and piercing.
He effortlessly caught Rax's leg mid-flight, it was clear that he was not someone to be trifled with. With a swift motion, he threw Rax across the arena, but Rax landed gracefully on his feet, unshaken.
"This is a tournament, not a fight to the death or an underground brawl," the Referee announced, his voice booming across the arena.
"Rax won!" he declared, and Rax walked off in anger, frustration evident on his face, while Kael, still recovering, thanked the Referee for his intervention, realizing how close he had come to disaster.
