บท 63: Chapter 63 - A Bombastic Hats Off

Atop a wide bridge filled with peddlers and artisans selling their wares and juggles, A woman dressed in black draws her sword that is made of gold. Like a damsel in rage, she points her glistening sword towards a man donned in a mask.

The crowd runs wild, some looking for the city guards, and some other cheers at the not-your-everyday-hustle. They haven't yet figured out what had happened nor who are having the quarrel. For only the dusk's faint light could reveal what's under the barrel.

" Draw your sword vile filth! For there's no honor to cut the head of the unarmed! "

Cynthia roared with a battle cry, provoking her opponent. Her world play riled up the surrounding crowd even more. Now they are dying to see some blood to be spilled on the ground. The street bards played their drums and flutes to set the mood, while the pyro dancers lit up their flames. Things like this one have always been a spice to fill up their ragged coin bag.