I tried my best to ignore the waves, winks, and blown kisses from my waifus seated on the other side of the arena. They clearly weren't paying attention to the brutal matches playing out—too busy teasing me across the battlefield of blood, sweat, and pride.
But then, the spotlight shifted.
A hush fell over our section of the stands as Anna slowly rose to her feet. It was now her turn to fight. She took a deep breath, fingers gently reaching into her cleavage to retrieve a green-pendant necklace. With closed eyes, she kissed it, her lips trembling.
"Wish me luck," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the thunder of the crowd.
I offered her a smile. "All the best…"
Her steps toward the battlefield were hesitant and uncertain. Her nerves were visible in the way she clutched her fists and walked stiffly under the watchful eyes of thousands.
