"Well well well. Looks like you two didn't chicken out after all." Kiana watched Emelie and Kurt appear from the crowd and walk to the opposite side of their makeshift arena.
"Was the audience really necessary? Because this seems a little excessive, don't you think?" Emelie pointed at the crowd where a particularly rapid group of people were getting a little too into their cheering.
"DEATH TO THE CRIMINAL!"
"I LOVE YOU EMELIE!"
"OH MY GOSH! THE PRINCE LOOKS SO HANDSOME WHEN HE'S GETTING READY TO FIGHT!"
"STEP ON ME PRINCESS KIANA!"
"Do I seriously have no fans?" Kurt sighed when he took off his glasses.
"... Whoa. Isn't he also kind of handsome? Should I have bet on him instead." A few loud jeers changed to quiet cheers.
"... Now that I'm getting a proper look at him, those pecks are kinda…"
"THE HELL YOU THINK THIS IS, A BEAUTY CONTEST?! WE'RE HERE TO SEE HIM GET HIS ASS BEAT!"
"... I bet he can beat my ass~"
