The crowd erupted once more as the second match came to an end, their cheers blending into a deafening roar that filled the entire arena.
Alistair Rhaegis stood at the center of the battlefield, with his obsidian claymore resting against the ground, its massive frame still unmarred despite the brutality of the battle. His opponent—an iron-ranked mercenary known as Garrek the Ironhide—lay sprawled a few feet away, groaning in pain, barely able to push himself up on his elbows. His opponent had been known for his resilience, his nickname earned from the sheer number of blows he could take without faltering. And yet, here he was, utterly dismantled.
