The next champion stepped into the arena. This time the crowd didn’t cheer for either of them. Her opponent was a scrawny and young man; he looked pathetic, but the ruthless and wicked glint in his eyes gave the impression of something extremely sinister behind his weak body.
His weapons of choice were two identical swords that grazed the ground as he walked. A hood was careless thrown over his head; shadowing his features. But from the darkness, a pair of green eyes gleamed full of mischief.
Juniper tightened her grip on the whip in her hand. She knew better than to underestimate her opponent based on their body. Most times, the scrawnier ones were harder to kill because they were agile and could slip away easily. It’s not always about grits. Sometimes it’s all about tactics.
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