Cleone and the archbishop watched as they made their speeches, neither could really understand the garbled noise. They stopped talking and finally commenced fighting but the fight had not gone how he had expected. Cleone's excited smile faded as the challenger seemingly handed Frederick his ass, beating him against the stone. For some reason, the challenger paused and foolishly gave a speech instead of killing the king.
"Stronzo!" he yelled at Frederick's direction "You're gonna let this kick your ass around!"
"Calmati Cleone, they know what they'd get themselves into, there's a fifty-fifty chance how this would end." Giovani said trying to settle him down.
"You're right, but the favor is always to those of Chri-" as they were talking to each other they turned back to the fight to see Frederick had gained the upper hand and the challenger laid dead on the ground as his head was cut off and Frederick fell to the ground. "Diavolo!" he sucked his teeth "I missed the best part."
The archbishop just watched and did the sign of the cross as the challenger's head was cut off "Such barbarism!"