The announcer stepped forward.
"The competition has reached its end," he started.
"There will be no further rounds, and no reconsideration."
He turned to Aramith, then Kesha.
"Only one will stand as winner when this is over!"
"Let the final match begin!"
He stepped out as the drum boomed, signalling the start of the match.
Everyone held their breath, but the arena was still.
Aramith didn't move a single step, and Kesha didn't either.
They both stared at each other, waiting for the other to make their first move.
The air cooled further around Kesha as the mist around her thickened.
This wasn't an a\\tack, just her aura.
No one from the seats uttered a word. In intense battles, opponents sometimes studied each other for so long, observing everything before acting.
And sometimes such scenarios ended in a single move.
For that reason, they waited, afraid of interrupting.
Finally, Kesha broke the silence with a question. "Isn't it ill-mannered to keep a lady waiting?"
