Elder Tyron's eyes narrowed as he studied Shaun. Despite the young noble's arrogance and the grandeur of his entrance, the elder couldn't ignore the growing tension in the pit. "Shaun," he began, his voice low but firm, "remember, David is still an Awakened. Do not go all out. It would be beneath a king-ranked swordsman to do so."
Shaun smirked, brushing his golden hair back with a casual flick of his hand. "Of course, Elder Tyron. It wouldn't be worth my reputation to unleash my full strength on an opponent like him." His voice was laced with a confidence that bordered on condescension. "I'll give him a taste, nothing more."
