"What do you think, Anas?" In her seat, Duchess Morgana asked indifferently as she observed the competitors, especially the male ones.
"I think only three might be worthy, my lady." Anas responded respectfully: "You see them, right?"
Morgana nodded as she observed three specific competitors.
The first was a man in a colourful outfit, looking like a clown. He wielded a staff and danced across the arena, throwing the other competitors into the hole without showing too much of his capabilities.
The second was a masked man who wore a dark cloak and a mask, his hands covered with a metallic gauntlet that he didn't try very hard to hide.
He didn't attack anyone, yet whenever someone got close to him, they burned immediately. Besides, his gaze was fixed on only one person, who was the third competitor.
