Chapter 23.3
Meanwhile, Primera was patiently waiting for Bash at the arena’s entrance.
Leaning on a nearby pillar, arms crossed, she listened in to the passerby’s conversations all the while shaking her head in frustration.
“What do you think of that Orc? Number 556?”
“Oh man, he’s a piece of work.”
“We’re pretty far from him in the brackets…but what if we meet him in the main event?”
“I want to drop out…”
“Hey, seriously though, think about it. If you win here, you’d go down in history!”
“…Then maybe…maybe I’ll target his armor. Bash is tough. So tough that he’d probably win against ten Ogres and get out of there without even a scratch on his face. His equipment though… it looks pretty basic. And did you see his sword? It gets busted after every fight. Maybe, just maybe if I focus on it, I’d have a chance…”