"Tsk!" Siegfried clicked his tongue. "All the girls in the top five beauty rankings are cheerleaders for Jon and his team. What do you guys think about Isolde cheerleading for us?"
He turned, but his eyes trembled at Godfrey's glare. He swiftly realized that while they all towered over Godfrey like giants when it came to this sport, he was still terrifying when it came to actual strength.
And from what he felt, Godfrey might not be the same as the one that left four days ago. Sweat trickled down his forehead as Godfrey seemed to take a pretty deep offence.
Just then, Snow slammed the helm into Godfrey's abdomen, and his attention went away from Siegfried to the helmet.
"Wear it. We need to see what you can do," Snow said as he took a ball. Siegfried, Dale, and the others wore their helms.
On the other end of the field, Jon stopped, looking at the sophomores with a placid face. His eyes went to Isolde, who sat amongst the sparse crowd, watching them.
