But it was the semi-final that rewrote everyone’s expectations. Noor stepped onto the circle against Bashar—an older, broad-shouldered fighter who had the kind of reputation that unspooled in the mouths of fathers like mythic cautionary tales. People shifted: a murmur, then a hush. Noor’s stance was small and centered; he looked like a man who’d learned to carry the world without letting it see the strain.