Chapter 8: The Battle Commences

The two met at the very center of the arena field.

"I did not expect you to come so far, peasant," Cole said with slanted eyes and raised his chin to look down on Theo, even though he was an inch shorter in height.

"I have defeated you once, therefore if you have made it here, why wouldn't I?" Theo teased.

He had half expected Cole to shoot steam of rage out of his ears, but he didn't even show a sign of displease.

"Punk, I letting you live did not mean you won the fight, but if you have gone this far, you must be itching to die in my hands."

"You speak as if you will win. How perplexing is the human mind?" Theo said raised his hand to his chin in a sarcastic ponder.

That seemed to do the job.

"Let me show you, you scum!"

"Cross your swords!" The judge announced.

Both of them unsheathed their weapons and crossed their blades.

"En Garde."

"En Garde."