"Tch, don't overthink it. Probably just helping a weaker fighter. That's all."
"Yeah right. The way he seems protective of her, tell me that was just duty."
Everywhere, whispers turned into theories. Some gushed about his strength. Others speculated about his motives.
But one thing was certain, Arthur had just rewritten his known capabilities with a single effortless block.
"Ha!" "George" laughed, looking straight at Arthur as the dust cleared on the stage. "Why am I not surprised? Come to save the damsel in distress? How sweet."
It laughed again, cruel and bright. "She stands a better chance against me than you do... at this stage. But since you delivered yourself to me, Arthur—" "George" hissed, "—I don't mind taking revenge for all your meddling."
My meddling? Arthur repeated internally not understanding what "George" was referring to. This can't be George speaking.
