"I can't wait for this match, and I'm getting chills about it; it can be the biggest one ever." Princess Fiana muttered, her eyes darting, searching for Akirion, who was getting ready for the next event.
"Yeah sure, it can be, and we know Lucas is taking the prize!" the prince debated as he put Lucas first.
"Really? I wouldn't say that if I were you.
"Why, do you think I'm bluffing?"
"No, it's not like that, but there's someone who can challenge Lucas!" said the princess as she glared at her brother, her hands balanced over the arm of a chair, holding her stretching cheeks as she smiled.
"Who can that be?"
"Akirion."
"Him, really? You mean that black-haired brat from class A, right?"
"Yes, him!"
"Something like that will never happen; Lucas has proved to be the school's strongest, and again, the school's hero if anything may occur," the Prince said with his hands helping him to talk.
"Okay, whateveryou say, I'm sure Akirion is going to win, I bet!"
