Jayson and Eric were both stunned by the turn of events; they were to face each other, and although they didn't speak of it, they always had it at the back of their minds that it may come to this.
JAYSON, with shock evident in his eyes, watched as Eric walked up to the stage.
“You have to give it your all, no holding back”, Eric muttered, and Jayson gritted in frustration.
“Pick your weapons, please”, a man holding a kind of toolbox approached Jayson.
Inside the box, Jayson could see three weapons: a short sword, two knives just like the one Sonia's opponent had and lastly, a lengthy rod which could be folded.
“You have to make a decision, sergeant, the clock is ticking,” the man reminded, noticing Jayson's hesitation.
With a sigh, Jayson went for the foldable rod, when unfolded
