Chapter 262: A Game Of Sticks, Part 3

Tip to tip twice, thrice even… and the score stayed stagnant, and the round remained seven. Every blow of the trumpet since, every charge forward, it was anything goes down there in that ring. 

Nobody was giving the other side an edge anymore, I don't think there's ever been an instance where there were more reruns around the field than there were actual rounds themselves.

"Another tip to tip, that's nine in a row for round seven!" blared the speakerphone from up high which was reduced to nothing but crackled static by this point. "The scores are still tied! The question still remains - who will be declared victor of the round?!"

In spite of a stalemate seemingly eternal, the crowd just got wilder and wilder with every rerun, they couldn't seem to just get enough, consumed with an excitement so thick and tense that the audience size tripled itself and the stands were now teeming with more people than ever before.