Michael stood at the opposite edge, waiting at his side of the arena.
His opponent, a man wearing full metal armor and wielding a giant metal club looked at him with a disbelieving expression.
"Are you sure that you want to fight?"
The man asked not because of maliciousness, but because of worry. He genuinely believed that if they fought, he could seriously hurt Michael beyond what the normal limits of the duel allowed.
Michael looked at his opponent and nodded. "I'm perfectly capable of fighting. Just to warn you, I am a Mystical Arts user."
The other spectators worried even more.
"This is just brutal…"
"I just hope the kid knows some defensive spells."
"Will he even cast it before his opponent rushes him?"
Magicians simply didn't have the advantage in these kinds of fights. Physical Art users could overwhelm Mystical Art users fairly easily before they could even conjure up a single spell. They've seen this multiple times before.
