Second fight

The crowd's initial reaction was stunned, a hushed ripple spreading across the arena.

A collective breath seemed to freeze in the air, their excitement dulled for a moment as they tried to process the swift takedown. The suddenness of it was disorienting, like a storm that hit too fast to be anticipated.

But soon, that stillness was broken. Cheers erupted, wild and loud, a frenzy of approval washing over the ring.

The announcer, a tall seafolk in fine attire, scratched at the back of his neck, his sharp eyes narrowing as he watched Arthur with a new, more cautious regard. The recognition hit him like a weight. White Wing, the name wasn't one he was unfamiliar with. The fighter's reputation was nil, but the man's wearing it reached far beyond the walls of this arena, and the implications of seeing him here, in this underground pit, didn't sit well with the announcer.