"We'll see who's going to win," Nolan said, his eyes sharp.
From behind, two women stepped forward, flanking Kyrion. It was Sela and Cora.
"Hey! How dare you talk to our boss like that?" Cora snapped.
"Yeah! What gave you the audacity to do that?" Sela added, her glare piercing.
Before Nolan could respond, Sela and Linda moved forward, forming a protective line.
"Don't you dare come near our master—or speak to him that way!" Sela warned, her voice firm.
Turning to Cora, she growled, "And you… the next time you say that, I swear I'll kill you."
Linda placed a hand gently on Sela's arm, trying to calm her. "No… girls, it's okay. Don't take it too far," she said softly.
Nolan's brow furrowed as he leaned closer to Linda. "Wait… Sela and Linda, isn't saying 'kill' a bit too much?" he asked quietly.
Linda's eyes hardened. "No, Master. It's not. How dare she speak to you that way? I won't let it slide. Not in the arena, not anywhere. If it comes to that, I won't spare her."
