Roars erupted even before the beginning of the round, for everyone knew this pairing wasn't a coincidence.
The officials never admitted it, nor did they need to. Bentram wanted a spectacle. More importantly, they wanted that irresponsible mouth to suffer a second time.
The crowd loved Thane. The kingdom loved Thane.
And everyone knew the simplest truth of all. In a pure one-versus-one fight, Thane had already beaten Donovan badly.
Now they intended to show it again, only bigger and louder. Without excuses, hindrances, or special privileges that worked as shortcuts for winning.
Across the battlefield, Donovan understood exactly what was happening. He moved first to the weapon rack and took one of his own.
The Drevlorn noble stepped into the arena carrying his long mace.
This time, there would be no bare fists, no arrogance, no showing off.
His body was still in pain and bruised, as well as his face for everyone to see, along with the loss.
