Having reached the dueling stage, surrounded by hundreds of onlookers and staff, Prolo Hawthorne found himself in a dilemma. He didn't want to agree to such a humiliating condition, yet he also didn't know how to refuse.
After all, it was he who had proposed this duel; backing out now would be too embarrassing!
"What's wrong, are you… scared?" Dean Bruce raised an eyebrow, echoing Prolo Hawthorne's earlier words, causing him to breathe more rapidly.
Prolo Hawthorne gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I'm not scared! It's settled then! If you lose, you'll hand over the Magic Faith Badge to me! If I lose, I'll respectfully escort you out the door and shout that I'm blind and didn't recognize you, oh great one!"
"Let's do it!"
With that, Prolo Hawthorne swung his staff, gripping it tightly. A faint dragon's roar suddenly emanated from it, surprising Dean Bruce.
