"Are they coming to fight?" a young man asked, watching Klaus and Miguel walk and face each other.
"Why are you asking me? Naturally, when two people holding weapons face each other, they are indeed coming to fight. Jeez, have you become even dumber since the last time we met?" another person replied to the clearly stupid question.
"But why are they coming to fight? Isn't it against the rules?" a young lady asked, looking somewhat scared.
Well, she was scared for Miguel. After all, she was one of the very few women who had been trying to get close to the brute, whose only focus was on training and nothing else.
"Should we say something to them? Maybe they'll calm down and rethink this."
"I don't think they are about to fight seriously."
"Huh... what do you mean?"
"Look at them. It seems this is just a friendly duel," another young lady said, pointing out what seemed obvious to those freaking out.
