iii. PARIS: Conclusions

The arena has never been this packed as it was now. Cheers from citizens of both kingdoms rang in the air.

Like a priced trophy, she was made to sit in front, awaiting in bated breaths for the fight to start.

The fighters each took a bow facing each other, momentarily their eyes met, and then their bodies began to move faster than lightning, the crown unable to decipher what is happening as the clashing of their mana-infused swords filled the air.

No words were spoken as each fighter concentrated on besting each other's skills. Each finds the other as a worthy opponent to be given their best moves.

Their bodies finally slowed down, enough for the crowd to see the glinting of the edge of the swords followed by slashes into the air as the other parries efficiently well.