She wasn't dead, but her eyes were reeling from the attack. Her head was throbbing, she had a slightly dazed look on her face, and by the time she got herself under control, she felt something cold and sharp pressed against her neck.
"I win."
She stared up at Severin dumbly, her eyes glistening with anger and shame.
She couldn't pinpoint how it all went wrong. From where to where? She was winning, right? She was supposed to win. There was no situation where Severin should have won.
But he did.
Now his sword was pressed against her neck.
She shuddered. "I surrender."
Severin withdrew the sword.
The arena was deathly silent, and just like with Ethan's time, no one clapped or cheered his name. Everyone was surprised by the turn of events, even his allies.
Severin turned his head up to where a small formation that he was sure was like a camera was set in the ridges of the roof. He smiled. "This is such an easy test."
