"Alright then. Let's do it." Areon's voice cut through the charged air, and now he bore a grin just as crazed as Razeal's. His eyes locked with Razeal's, fire meeting fire, pride meeting defiance. "But what do I get? You gotta give me something worth enough, right?" His voice dripped with challenge as he tilted his head, the grin on his face strained by the fury barely kept in check.
The words had barely left Areon's mouth when the entire Colosseum gasped as one. A shudder ran through the stands a sound like the collective heartbeat of thousands stopping for a moment.
If Razeal's demand had been blasphemous, Areon's response had taken it even further. Now both of them had spat in the face of the sacred. Not only had Razeal dared to put the Holy Promise on the line, but Areon had agreed to wager it reducing the sacred gift of the Church to nothing more than a bargaining chip in a duel.
