⚔️Serberia

When Reynold regained his composure, he found himself outside the arena. "Well, that was something..." he sighed, accepting the award. Every inch of his body ached with pain and fatigue. And why had he signed up for another competition? It was a clear overestimation of his abilities. Nevertheless, the guy was more than satisfied with the result. Struggling to his feet, leaning against the wall, the duelist slowly limped away. On the way, he met Anselm and Imelda. "Oh, hello guys," he said, waving his hand tiredly. "Did you watch my performance?"