For sure, I thought he wouldn't lose. This is what it looks like. She's standing on her own, another said.
Wow, this was quite unexpected. But what can I say? Anything is possible in this tournament. Winner. Celia from sindra, the emissary shouted. The crowd erupted, cheering for her.
Celia smiled as the attendants checked on her. She raised her sword for a moment, then lowered it, glancing at Cora in the stands. Cora was watching her closely, and Celia smiled at her. Blood still trickled from the wound on her back.
Two healers rushed forward. "Good thing it wasn't a major injury," one of them said as he placed his glowing hands over her. The wound closed instantly, vanishing as though it had never been there. Then they moved on to Wilfric to tend to his far heavier injuries.
Celia left the arena and made her way to the participants' section, where the others usually waited. As she entered, she spoke up. "How was my performance, Master?"
