Then the voice of the announcer rang through the speakers once again. "The first match of the day will start now."
Carter was standing next to his minions, arms crossed as he brushed his hair with his hand. "Bring me my sword, Carl."
Carl didn't waste a second and rushed to the table where their stuff was. He picked up the sword of Carter; it was a longsword. The hilt of it was made with dark iron, and the sword's blade was shining as the light ray fell onto it.
When Carl reached there, he bowed down slightly as he extended his hand and gave it to Carter.
Carter took the sword from him and put it on his shoulder, slightly resting it as he moved towards the fight stage.
The man who had to fight Carter was a tall boy, hair was dark brown and he seemed to be around the age of twenty. Dylan was already there, standing on the stage.
