That caught everyone completely off guard.
"Football?" one of the humans muttered, blinking.
"Did he just say...football?" a demi-human echoed.
Regan nodded firmly, folding his arms.
"Exactly that. You're fighting over a football pitch? Then settle it the proper way—with a match."
"Not with fists, not with spells, not with wings or claws—just a simple football game."
He looked around, scanning both sides.
"Winner gets the field. Loser shuts up and goes home. Simple."
There was a long pause—and then murmurs started spreading.
"Actually...that kinda makes sense."
"Yeah, it's a football field after all…"
"That's...surprisingly reasonable."
Regan smiled slightly, feeling relief creep in.
"Exactly! So instead of bickering and scaring everyone half to death, how about you both form your teams and play it out?"
The human side reacted first.
