Nero's Trump Card

"You may go first," Nero said with an unbothered and confident demeanor.

He didn't sound overconfident, as though underestimating Sol's abilities. Instead, he sounded readied and able.

"Fine by me." Sol retorted, raising his right hand up and facing his palm toward his opponent.

A few light gasps of surprise, awe, and acknowledgment whispered through the crowd of onlookers.

"A Mercenary who doesn't use a wand or staff?"

"Wow... he must be quite skilled then."

"Cheh! Or just genetically lucky! Who knows... don't overestimate him just yet."

The mood in the crowd switched a little bit. It became more judgemental of Sol's abilities.

Eyes peered at him with more intensity, as anticipation grew.

"Let's hear what spell he chants..."

Someone said, as the crowd promptly quieted down.

While everyone was thinking this, Sol on the other hand was musing: