The Duchess Of Ductress

FIONNA

Fionna the Red Hand watched as fifth contestants fought for a feat that only seemed even more unreachable with every single blow they exchanged and parried.

Ever since the Sighter won, it had become apparent to everyone that had had termed his winning easy that the Sighter was in fact, an outstanding gem among unpolished ones. For every loss that followed his win only made his feat seem even more glorious than it would ordinarily have been.

Fionna didn't panic, instead like a hawk she watched all the contestants that followed after. From their moves, to their unwillingness to fall easily to the ground, she watched it.

To the way the sand trickled steadily in tune of the five minutes it was supposed to regulate and to the way the time finally went off… she watched it all.

Observing, studying, and bracing herself.