But she chose to trust Ian's judgment.
"I'll place a bet as well, to show my support for the Lady."
DONG!
The second bell rang. In the center of the Beast Fighting Arena, a heavy metal gate slowly began to rise.
Aidele emerged from the staging area.
She wore a form-fitting battle robe of deep cyan, its fabric soft yet resilient.
Her long hair was pulled back neatly, revealing her fair neck and a slightly gaunt face.
The hem of her battle robe swayed gently with her stride.
Her steps were steady, and each one left a clear print in the yellow sand.
The prints were of uniform depth and precisely spaced.
An even greater clamor erupted from the stands.
"Here she comes! She's out!"
"Tsk, she looks so weak."
"Level Two Middle Stage... Nothing special."
"Bookie! I'm upping my bet!"
Aidele paid them no mind, walking to the center of the Beast Fighting Arena and stopping.
The morning light slanted down from the east, outlining her in a golden trim.
