Asher scoffed, cracking his knuckles lazily. "Fine. I'll teach her a lesson on all of your behalf, all of you who actually think she can do this."
He cast a sharp glance at the few people who had supported the match including some princesses, his smirk widening. "When I'm done, you'll understand the difference between real strength and wishful thinking."
Then, he turned back to Ebere, his eyes flashing with amusement. "Let's get this over with. I have bigger fights waiting for me."
The tension in the arena tightened. People exchanged glances, excitement and doubt mixing in their expressions. Would this truly be a match worth watching? Or was this about to be an embarrassment?
Ebere, however, stood tall. This was her moment. And she refused to waste it.
Ebere stood up gracefully, lifting her chin with confidence as she made her way toward the stage.
