Chapter 89: Aithen the Wanderer vs. Huangyan
Word of Grim’s victory over Talyra had spread throughout the capital, drawing an even larger crowd than usual. Once you were sat in the arena, their was no where to go.
In the participants’ preparation area, Huangyan sat cross-legged on a simple mat, her eyes closed in meditation. Unlike the other competitors with their entourages of servants and assistants, she had requested solitude.
The door opened, and Grim entered.
"It’s almost time," he said simply.
Huangyan opened her amber eyes, the gold flecks within them catching the light. "House Orvannis?"
"Interested, but noncommittal. They’ll be watching you closely."
A small smile touched her lips. "Then I’ll give them something worth watching." She rose in a single fluid motion, sheathing her sword. "Have you decided on your message?"
Grim nodded. "Make it clear. Make it memorable."
"As you wish." She tilted her head slightly. "Do you doubt my ability to defeat him?"
"No," Grim replied honestly. "I doubt your ability to stop once you’ve started."
Something cold flickered in her eyes. "I’ve had a century to practice restraint, Lord Ambrose. I know exactly how far to go."