The crowd's murmurs grew even more louder as their voices were overlapping in a chaotic buzz. "Silas is playing smart," one voice sounded from the crowd. "He knows he can not beat the Starweaver boy with magic, so now it's swords only, whoever draws first blood wins."
"Yeah, but don't forget Reynold is a dragon rider," another voice chimed in, sounding through the noise. "Riders train in sword fighting and sparring all the time. He is no novice in sword fighting."
A third voice snorted. "Silas's uncle is a dragon rider too. I heard Silas trains with him back home, using real blades. He's got the edge here if you ask me."
Those words only made Silas's ego grow like a balloon, his chest was even puffing out as he locked eyes on Reynold, waiting for a response with a smug grin on his face.
