The few of them couldn't figure out what the Lord meant, but after a brief observation, they each picked their own target.
"I think this one's fiercer."
"That one's obviously bigger."
"What's the use of being big? It's clearly injured, okay..."
At first those people didn't really care, but Lance's one sentence stirred them up, and they started arguing over which rat they supported.
Lance just smiled without commenting, silently taking notes on the rat fight...
Once blood was drawn, the slaughter between the rats grew more frenzied, and the situation fired the crowd up even more.
Very quickly one started to show weakness, turned around trying to flee, but was chased and bitten by the other; inside that tiny dirt pit there was basically no room to run, and soon it died on the spot.
This immediately split the audience into two clear emotional camps: those who guessed right were visibly excited, those who guessed wrong were clearly upset.
