Round 2

They found a small stand selling hot meat pies and bought several to share. As they ate, they watched other matches taking place across the five arenas. The skill levels varied widely - some fighters were clearly professionals, while others seemed like ordinary people trying their luck.

"Look," Luna pointed to Arena 4. "Becca's fighting."

Luther turned to watch. Becca was facing a man with twin daggers who moved with incredible speed. But she was faster, evading his slashes with fluid grace before countering with precise strikes. Her opponent was on the defensive within seconds.

"She's holding back too," he noted between bites of his pie. "Smart."

"Like you did with her," Vess said, giving him a knowing look.

He nodded. "Never show everything you can do until you have to."