I Must Not Lose

Everyone was watching the battle at the edge of their seats. Alum tightly gripped his hands, worried about the outcome of the battle. His palms began to sweat. He hastily wiped them on the hems of his clothes. 

Margaret noticed it. She too was nervous at the fight. She knew the extent of Nyx's abilities on the battlefield. She was a burst fighter, her strength came in bursts of raw energy. Lord Ethan, on the other hand, was a calculative fighter. 

He would bide his time and study his opponent. Only when the moment was right, he would pounce and deal the fatal blow. Seeing the battle play out before her, Margaret bit her lip. From the way she saw it, Nyx was falling into Lord Ethan's trap. 

"Come on Nyx, you're a smart gal. Can't you see what he's trying to do?" Margaret muttered to herself as sweat trickled down her forehead.