When the dust settled, the audience grew quiet. On the edge of the stage, Allastir laid on the ground, his body twitching, covered in blood from head to toe. His armour was badly mangled, and the originally imposing position he held in everyone's hearts quickly faded into nothingness. A lot of young ladies in the crowd gasped when they saw Allastir's sorry state. Even though Ark had no idea what he looked like behind the helmet, Allastir was recognised as one of the most handsome young men of Estridsen.
Ark gently landed on the ground more than 50 meters away from Allastir. Seeing his sorry state, he only felt pity and decided to give him some help. To the rest of the crowd, his actions didn't look the same at all though. Seeing Ark walk slowly toward the bloody and mangled Allastir, the crowd could only guess what he would do to the poor man. The middle-aged man that was supposed to be the judge and announcer quickly entered the stage.
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