บท 280: The Finalists...

Tilgron never let up. He carefully watched the crane's every move. The tiger mercilessly began to follow the crane's path but on the ground, hurling lances of ice with each step of his four paws. 

It wasn't too difficult for the crane to keep up, but one suspicion of many spectators had become clear. And Tilgron made sure to announce it.

"Can you attack me? If not, won't I win by default?" 

In response, the crane chucked his own wind blades. Some sliced through the lances while others aimed for the dashing tiger. Yet none managed to get close to their main target.

"Are you sure you want this to continue?" questioned Tilgron, laughing as he did so.

The crane shouted, "If you can't hit me, then you can't win either."

"Maybe… Then you don't think I can hit you?"