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Some loud fellow was shouting into a megaphone, commentating on everything.
“There are already about seventy people in the stadium! I wonder how the players will react to this?”
“And now there are one hundred and fifty people sitting in their seats around the playing field! You can see that…”
“If my impeccable eyesight doesn’t deceive me, we’re witnessing four hundred people! What fantastic growth! Wow, a crow just flew over the field! And another one! There’s a legend about the crow, and I’ll tell it to you…”
Finally, he paused, gathering his thoughts.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen, this momentous event is upon us! Lear-Raseloon! The players are taking the field. And what do we see? Among the Raseloon players, a woman has come onto the field! And not just any woman, she’s clearly a Sylph! What a twist!”
The entire stadium gasped, and Feanor felt it on his cloak, which almost blew off from the rush of air.
The match began, and the spectators realized that the woman (or rather, the girl) was not just a player, but a forward. Rough play was allowed in the game (with some caveats, but still), so the commentator was constantly worried about her health: a shove, and that’s it, Raseloon would be down one of its two forwards, but in her case, it didn’t come to that; she had excellent reflexes and dodged all enemy maneuvers. Considering the less-than-stellar play of her teammates, she was simply carrying Raseloon, slowly and with difficulty, but steadily. Both teams were scoring against each other, but Raseloon gained an advantage, first by one point, then by two…
Then, some humanoid creatures ran onto the field, and, strangely, they were armed. The game was clearly going in the wrong direction…