Their eyes met again and he could see the shock and fear more clearly in her eyes now. At the same time, the crowd began to cheer, making noise, letting their voices echo in the surroundings.
"Now," everyone fell silent. "He would come to the arena now and the fighting would begin. The rules are simple, first one to knock his opponent out the ring wins."
Everyone cheered again. Some of them began to murmur. It was obvious who would win from the look of things. Clive was much bigger in terms of weight and body size than Jareth.
"Master, don't you think this is bad? With his weight, he could easily throw Jareth out the arena." Snow said to her, his big round eyes now fixed on Clive as he assessed the man.
"Have some little faith in Jareth. He wouldn't easily lose. He is light on his feet, you know."
Even though she said this to her beast, it was still more to encourage herself as her shaky voice gave her away.
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