Cheryl
"I can!"

In the midst of the crowd was one man who stood apart. Almost a mirror of this "Bruno", he was tall, handsome, blonde and strongly muscular. Indeed it's as if they were nearly brothers, for the man in the crowd had the others in awe and shock with his presence and appearance.

His stride was confident, the crowd moving away from him like waves. They provided a way for him to approach this man on the stage, and as he walked up, a huge grin was plastered onto his face.

"I am Narcissus, the greatest swordsman to have ever lived. And you, my friend, are in my territory."

His voice had both venom and mockery in it, almost like he was jealous yet confident of the result. He stood there not only as a challenger , but also a rival. In his head, victory was assured.

"But I shall play your game. Though it is both in our best interests if you were to concede. You don't want your pretty face cut up, and I don't want to waste much of my time. So I suggest you do the right thing."

The man oozed with charisma and arrogance, but the way he stood, with his chest puffed, his chin raised and his eyes looking down upon him— perhaps his pride is not unwarranted.
John
"My lord!" Bruno said, Boeing low as Narcissus came closer. "A face as pretty as mine being hurt would be a blessing to people like you." He said, winking at the audience and making a chorus of laughter ring out. 

"A twenty gold wager is required, and then you'll have a minute to cut my skin. Observe!" Bruno said, flourishing his hands across his body. "I bear naught a scar! I've never been cut, never tasted the sting of steel!" Noctis' melodic voice carried across the crowd, subtly aided by flows of wind and fire. His slender fingers gestured to a lock box for the gold to be placed inside. 

While Narcissus came up, Noctis made a mental note that he must be careful. This man was... Full of pride, yes, but it wasn't just foolhardy. The confident stride, the practiced placement of his hand upon the blade- the absolute belief in himself sparking within the eye. Yes this man knew how to use a sword and he could genuinely pose a real threat... If Noctis took him lightly. 

"A golden goose is still a goose, my friend." Speaking low enough now for only the swordsman to come, a mischievous grin on his face. This man felt like a reflection of himself, even without his disguise he'd see so much of what he could be within the man. It almost made Noctis feel vindictive.
Cheryl
"Ah, so your mettle has yet to be tested in true combat? Very well. This shall be the most trivial of tasks."

Narcissus declared proudly, turning to the crowd in support. He arrogantly displayed his overwhelming pride, believing that this would be the easiest task ever assigned to him.

"Give you gold? Why, I think I should appropriately skip the ceremonies and hand this over to the nearest cleric, no? It'll be where you'll spend these coins anyway."

He spoke as he handed over the appropriate amount that Bruno demanded, returning to his station. The golden clad adventurer placed his hand on his blade, ready to draw it at any second.

"Let this be a lesson for everyone who is watching."

He declared.