Duel

The atmosphere in the hall grew electrified as Silas and Vic took their stances, facing each other. David and Angelica moved to the side, eager to spectate, anticipation gleaming in their eyes. Silas stood calmly with one hand tucked into his pocket, while Vic cracked his knuckles and tilted his head, loosening up for the fight ahead.

Vic continued to warm up, his knuckles popping as he sized Silas up. After a moment, he settled into his fighting stance, his gaze never wavering from Silas, who still had his hand in his pocket, unfazed.

"Are you trying to mock me by keeping a hand in your pocket, mate?" Vic sneered, a slight frown creasing his forehead.

"Not at all," Silas replied with a chuckle, slowly pulling his hand out and clenching it, his expression sharpening as he prepared to fight.