It was a plan that required careful consideration and a generous amount of patience. Against an opponent like that, even a small inconvenience could be considered a dent.
And while one guild was quietly scheming about how to thin out the competition, other guilds that were fortunate enough to have better information were already tearing up their earlier strategies and starting over.
Some plans were no longer just risky.
They were suicidal.
Leah Azren leaned back in her seat and rubbed her temple before rolling her eyes so hard it was a miracle they did not get stuck that way.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" she said, voice sharp with exhaustion. "I lost to him twice. Twice."
"Yes, but—," the current figurehead of the Crimson Foxes began stubbornly.
"But what?" Leah snapped, sitting up straighter.
"Well," Senior Nate Trent pressed on, "your mecha has improved tremendously since then. After that upgrade, I truly believe you can tip the outcome of the battle."
