"This is nothing," Reginald told himself. "I had to experience far worse to get here. I'll just use those warnings well."
Those in the crowd raised their voice in murmurs, complaining among themselves about the attacks that they couldn't be sure were in their best interest in mind.
Evelyn leaned back on her seat. "I take it back. Keith has a good chance if he is creative with his lightning shaping. A good chance isn't always a win though."
Killian glanced at her with a judgmental expression, wondering when she became a match analysis person.
So far, Keith had been doing better than he expected, and worse than he expected at the same time. This was his first time seeing him fight seriously, at least, as far as he could be sure.
He exhaled, rubbing his temples. "I got a fright when I saw that light. Even if it didn't reach me, it was very uncomfortable. My skin even grew bumps."
"Hmm?" Evelyn turned to him.
