A loud cry from the woman who seemed to have the advantage silenced the cheering crowd.
Sylvira had backed away from me, clutching at her breasts, her eyes wide like saucers. Surprisingly, she managed the pain well. I needed no soothsayer to tell me how much it hurt, considering how large her boobs were.
Using that split opportunity of a temporary freedom I created for myself, I glanced at the stands, from the sea of surprised faces in the crowd to the royal brothers. Ramon and Rothrar shared similar looks. Their mouths hung open, and I swore they looked like cartoon comical twins. I would have exploded into fits of giggles if I wasn't half worried about the outcome of the fight I was going through. Shifting my gaze to Desena, her eyes were as wide as saucers. For some reason, that gave
