They moved to the center without hurrying.
The crowd around the field shifted — finding angles, finding space. Not chaotic. Organized. Everyone here understood that watching was part of the training. You paid attention. You read the fight. You didn't just witness it — you absorbed it. Took the patterns. Filed the decisions. Let someone else's combat become data you could draw from later.
Jelo was already doing all of it.
His enhanced vision activated without effort — reading both fighters as they settled into their starting positions. Riven's essence was dense and cold-edged, concentrated heavily in his arms and shoulders. Offense-heavy signature. The kind of distribution that suggested short, decisive engagements — someone built to end things rather than outlast them.
Tessa was different.
