"Wow! She's finally found her own size and got her kicked pretty hard!" Akirion muttered to himself, eyes narrowing as he watched Elina sprawled on the ground, winded and battered. She was drained. Her arcana was pretty low.
'Mhh! That Lucas guy is pretty good, Akirion thought, a sly sneer curling his lips. 'I'll see him soon enough. Maybe a duet with him in the future, yeah, that'd be fun.' His heart fluttered with mischief, a dangerous shine dancing behind his gaze as he observed the furious Lucas, who won and left unsatisfied.
Lucas's growling voice boomed across the arena, voice thick with frustration and disappointment as he sputtered on the ground, clutching his side. "I had high hopes for you, Class A. Now you're all swept away like trash, leaving me pissed off, grrr!" His voice echoed, raw with rage, veins forming on his neck, every word fueling his fury.
"Wow, that guy's really mad," said Fiana, with her eyes staring at the bruised Elina.
