[Of course, that's the real one! Do you think a replica could stop that attack with its bare hand?!]
Flynn and Kalari's microphones were still on. The entire Amphitheatre heard their exchange, and the realization swept through the spectators like wildfire.
Whispers turned to exclamations, and exclamations turned to uproar.
In the arena, John narrowed his eyes, glancing at the man who had interrupted the fight.
"So, you finally decided to show up."
Jamie released his grip on John's sword, a thin line of blood dripping from his palm vanishing faster than the eye could follow as he pushed the blade back and frowned.
"What the hell are you doing, John?"
John raised an eyebrow, pointing his sword back at Jamie as he replied.
"What am I doing? I should be asking you that. What the fuck are you doing, Jamie?"