Last preparations

"I'm the master of the arena. I think I'm the one who decides these things here. You lost."

"No!" Wendigo protested, baring her teeth in a snarl. "Damn it!"

Despite her visible frustration, she wasn't so reckless as to charge at the Master of Sin again, though I could tell how much the decision hurt her. It didn't help that around, the crowd cheered for a fight to the death, their favourite entertainment.

I decided it was finally the time for me to interfere. I flew into the circle of the arena and landed between the two fighters, my presence alone forcing the crowd to quieten.

"Enough of that, Wendigo. The Master of Sin is right, and I need my warriors not weakened by their stupid deaths. You can rematch him later. I'm sure the pervert will agree at any time." I snorted. "But yes, congratulations to the champion."