A Strong Pain

The next fight was about to start, and Simyon was getting ready. Just before he headed out, there were words of encouragement going on from his side.

"Remember, if you lose this match, basically it means you're at the same level as me," Liam claimed. "Because the person I lost to got in the final, which means she's better than you for getting that far, and I had lost to one of the best."

"What are you on about?" Simyon replied. "It doesn't work like that; in this tournament, I will have already achieved a higher position than you, no matter what."

Sparks, as usual, were flying between the two, and then Safa, who had just lost, had come in the middle. When she had returned from her loss, Murkel didn't seem to care much.