Danial, Watch Out!

While Danial sat in the waiting room, the next fight had already begun. The referee called out the names:

“Egbert Ray versus Sylas Morren!”

Egbert’s footsteps were measured as he stepped onto the stage. Unlike his usual arrogant strut, he was quiet, shoulders tense. He did not glance at his opponent. His hand rested lightly on his sword as if the act of drawing it would be unnecessary. The crowd murmured at his uncharacteristic silence. Damian Holt, his opponent, jumped onto the platform, brimming with confidence, unaware of the storm raging within Egbert.

Sylas, a tall boy with sharp, hawk-like eyes, entered with confidence. He smirked at the lack of response from Egbert. “So cold, are you? Don’t think I’ll go easy.”

The referee signalled.

“Begin!”

Egbert vanished from sight, reappearing behind Sylas in less than a blink. The dull thud of a hilt striking skull echoed, and Sylas collapsed face-first into the concrete, unconscious. Gasps spread across the arena.

The match was over in a