"Yeah, I think that man's going to lose," Trill said. She shared the same sentiment as Titania. Both of them had already written off the thin man, convinced this fight was another dull prelude to defeat.
Their assumption wasn't entirely unwarranted. The thin man dodged the massive brute's attacks by the barest margins, his body twisting and hurling itself out of the way in desperate arcs. Each time, he threw his entire body out of harm's way, making it look like he was just barely scraping by. Every move looked reckless, chaotic, and entirely unsustainable.
"I'll give it a minute before it's over," a spectator said with a shrug, arms crossed.
"Yeah, there's no way that guy's pulling off a win. Not when he's scrambling around like a cornered rat."
"Goddammit," another spectator muttered under his breath, frustration boiling over. "Another boring-ass match. Can't they give us something with actual stakes? This is just some low-tier bullshit."
