Duel II

With a loud thud, the match was over. All eyes turned to the Dark Elf, who stood with clenched fists, her expression taut with barely contained rage.

"You worthless piece of trash...!"

"Ahem! I did win, you know," the pioneer declared smugly.

"Fine, you win! Now get out of my sight!" the Dark Elf snapped, visibly irritated.

The two duelists, now acting as though they had just finished a friendly match, shook hands and left the arena together. The Dark Elf gritted her teeth and snapped her fingers once more.

"The designated leaders, send your champions forward! Now!"

As the white circles appeared above their heads, the leaders hurried to send out their next duelists. The two chosen champions exchanged glances before speaking.

"Marcus."

"Grayson."

"Ring out?"

"Deal."