2 vs. 2

Ned dashed. Iron sword behind him, trailing by his hand.

Swift followed, wrist bow ready to release six arrows in one shot.

"Something's off," Ned said. At ten meters across their contest, no movements were triggered by them. Ned stopped.

"Why'd you stop, Ned?" Swift said. Left wrists aiming at the yellow-haired girl after stopping.

"Something's off," Ned repeated.

Farmer-boy and Jerra stood as if guarding their spot, afraid to be taken away.

Twali and the rest of the onlookers inside the box remained quiet in the distance. But they knew, something was off about farmer-boy and Jerra.

At first, the crowd was cheering, but after the coin was tossed and signaled that the contest has started, they dropped the act and watch with careful eyes as to how the battle would proceed.

Like a pattern, the wind blew from the East, the sun was half-awake after dawn, and the air went stiff.