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Although Rurek placed Izania in first place, he didn't really believe in her victory. He believed in Okonbru. She is a human. And there are plenty of humans around. Many should appreciate her beauty. And it seemed that's what happened, but... who is this Yuyuha? She is as boring as the everyday life of a Sordish blacksmith! Why did she get first place?
– They just have no taste, – Rurek whispered to the indignant Izania. – Don't worry!
Then came the time for the first boy-fight. It turned out to be a normal male sparring match. Respectful.
– You are a glorious warrior, Gigantes, – Rurek praised the next half-Sord. – I enjoyed our heated battle!
The next opponent didn't appeal to Rurek as much. Nor did the fact that no one was healing the wounds between fights... oh, how he wished he could heal his own wounded body himself, instead of all this!
– First, you find a woman, and then you show yourself in the best light, – Rurek grumbled. – Matters of the heart are different for everyone.
In the end, the rake didn't help the fool, and Rurek paid attention to Rada's fighting style. What a disgusting thing... the fruit of the love of cunning and meanness! You won't find a more unfair fight! He wouldn't want to have a duel with this nightmare in flesh... It's better to lose with shame to some Ugar... or not? Ugar fights with the weapons of cheesemakers, and that's also a less than average pleasure.
Between the second and third fights, Rurek looks for some indifferent healer. If he doesn't find one, he waits for Osh. If Osh loses, then his spirit will be of no use to him anymore...
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