Sabel stood in the arena, watching Shalu fall from before him in a parabolic arc towards the outside of the ring.
With his decades of combat experience, he was certain that Shalu had almost no chance of recovering. Shalu fought with brute strength alone, and once his body lost its balance, it became difficult to regain control. Additionally, with the force of Sabel's rapier thrust, he could be one hundred percent certain Shalu would land outside of the ring.
Thus, the victor was sure to be himself.
Unless...unless Shalu could fly.
Of course, Sabel did not believe Shalu could fly. If he really could, Shalu would have already taken control of the airspace.
But sometimes, the more you think something is impossible, the more likely it is to emerge, baring its fangs, to slap you in the face. Just a moment ago, Sabel was confident that unless Shalu could fly, the battle was already decided; the next moment, Shalu was suspended in mid-air.
