Tiaral

-How? A bomb? A cave-in? Could it be that this son of a bitch wanted to take revenge on the one who defeated him in a fair fight, even after death!? - Delia's anger knew no bounds; he pranced around the table, stomping his feet angrily. -I... I couldn't have foreseen this. - Regret was felt in Relhiras's voice. - Min died because of me. I should have just thrown away that note. -Come on, you couldn't have known, buddy. - The healer patted him on the shoulder understandingly. - You acted with the best intentions. -No. Pride from defeating a fellow countryman clouded my mind. I forgot that baseness and vengefulness can affect absolutely anyone. No one else from my allies will suffer because of this tournament. *** Relhiras paid no attention to Hrodgeir's threats, simply cutting him to pieces with two light swings of his blade. Despite the evil deeds of its previous owner, the weapon turned out to be surprisingly light and easy to handle. After examining his opponent's belongings, Relhiras handed them over to his waiting comrades, and then stepped into the center of the arena. His heart was pounding in his chest, and a film of a few memories of his life in his homeland clouded his eyes. How quickly and unexpectedly the climax of a person's life comes, it cannot be prepared for or accepted calmly. Waiting for the roar of the noisy crowd to subside, the main organizer will say his word, and all the ceremonies required for such competitions will be performed, Relhiras took a step forward and confidently announced that he was challenging Burtarg to a duel.