The commentator's voice cracked like a whip across the packed stands of Gleeful Bowels, raw excitement slicing through the thick underground air that smelled of old blood.
"For the first time tonight, ladies and gentlemen, and I do mean the first time since our Little Mischievous set foot in this arena—she has drawn a weapon! And look at that, the relaxed composure is gone, everyone! Every veteran in this arena can feel it—Little Mischievous has recognized the magnitude standing across from her!
"After all, the Surmounting Golden Knight carries a particular kind of danger even without you directly facing him, and our challenger has finally acknowledged that eeriness from the lax and playful warrior of gold whose steely skin can't be pierced by anyone!"
The more I heard the commentator embellish him, the more cautious I became.
