While Thane was touching his stomach again, hunger slowly creeping in, he was starting to get bored.
He looked around, hoping he would find a stall or anyone selling snacks, maybe, but his attempts were always failures.
Though only he had such concerns and felt boredom in this place, the spectators kept watching, unable to get enough... at least those who came for a good show.
One team after another entered the fighting circles, and one team after another departed.
Some left victorious, others departed with broken hopes and bruised pride.
The arena had become a sea of cheers, groans, and clashing wooden weapons.
And then a voice rang out. "Team 243!"
The referee's call echoed across the battlefield.
Rimon stiffened immediately, Sky swallowed, and Thane looked up from watching another match.
"Finally!" The giant rose to his feet. "That's us." Finally, time started moving again for him.
