Baddrol not bothered by liridons presence keeps focus on match

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Baddrol's eyes remained fixed on the opponent in front of him, his gaze unwavering as he analyzed every move, every twitch of the opponent's muscles. He was completely absorbed in the match, his mind racing with strategies and counter-strategies.

Liridon, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the show. She leaned against the wall, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched Baddrol and his opponent go at it. She was a skilled fighter herself, and she appreciated the skill and finesse on display.

But Baddrol didn't notice her. He was too focused on the match, too intent on winning. He was a man on a mission, and nothing was going to distract him from his goal.

As the match wore on, the tension in the room grew. The air was thick with anticipation, and the crowd was on the edge of their seats. Baddrol's opponent was a formidable foe, but Baddrol was determined to come out on top.

In the end, it was Baddrol who emerged victorious, his arm raised in triumph as the crowd erupted in cheers. Liridon smiled, impressed by his skill and determination. She knew that she had underestimated him, and she was glad that she had.

As Baddrol walked away from the match, Liridon fell into step beside him. "You're quite the fighter," she said, her voice low and husky.

Baddrol turned to her, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What do you want?" he asked, his tone rough and unfriendly.

Liridon laughed, a low, throaty sound. "I just wanted to congratulate you on your win," she said. "You're quite impressive."

Baddrol's expression softened slightly, and he nodded in acknowledgement. "Thanks," he said. "I'm just glad I could win."

Liridon smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm sure you are," she said. "But I think there's more to you than just your fighting skills."

Baddrol raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Liridon leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I think you're hiding something," she said. "Something big."

Baddrol's eyes narrowed, his expression growing cold. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

Liridon smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I'll find out," she said. "Mark my words."

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving Baddrol to wonder what she had meant.