Sword

Katthike forgot his solemn expression and began to smile widely. That was what he wanted to achieve! Not that salivating meant that much to him, but the empire was easier to rule when the people admired its king.

While Katthike was happy about his success, that of Kanaima failed to materialize. Despite great inner tension, the young prince tried to appear calm and he pretended to be interested in the solemn events downstairs in the arena. But all his senses were focused on Setna to the right. It couldn't really be long before the chair would give way, because the little, never calm whirlwind was playing around on it.

To the great joy of the mob, Katthike finally opened the actual tournament, and the warriors marched into the arena to enthusiastic cheers. Kanaima continued to squint to the right. But nothing happened. The chair stopped.

The sword fighters began and everyone cheered. The fighting was not about life or death, although fatal injuries were frequent.