The small world Elena had crafted erupted into chaos as the first battles began. Each team's warriors moved with precision, their unique powers and training on full display. The human saintess's champions advanced in disciplined formation, attempting to protect their flag while sending a couple of warriors to steal from the orc team. Their rulers watched silently, giving orders, adjusting strategies—but it was the fighters on the ground who did the work.
Ah, neat little humans… always so serious. Watching them obey every command… it's almost adorable, Elena thought, silver eyes glittering as she munched on popcorn.
Across the battlefield, the orc warriors charged aggressively, smashing through obstacles and launching an attack on the human defenders. One of their fighters lunged for the human flag but was struck and vanished in a shimmer, returning safely to the arena. The orc team immediately lost one point.
Yes… exactly like I hoped. Big, messy, and fast. One point lost already. Elena mused, leaning back in her throne.
The elves and dark elves moved with coordinated grace, weaving through forests and hills. One dark elf warrior slipped behind the merfolk defenders, snatched their flag, and raced toward safety—but a merfolk warrior surged from the water, knocking him off balance. He shimmered and reappeared back in the arena, another point lost.
Perfect! Look at them scramble… every hesitation, every counter… it's all so fun to watch, Elena thought, eyes roaming over every zone.
The beastfolk duo, a tiger and a snake, moved unpredictably across their zone. The tiger leapt over barricades while the snake slithered along rivers, stealing a flag from the human team. The human defenders scrambled, and one warrior was teleported back—another point deducted. Yes… chaos, unpredictability… exactly what I like.
In the merfolk zone, the lone merfolk warrior used currents and whirlpools to block an orc assault while attempting a strike on the dark elves. One orc warrior miscalculated and vanished, costing the orcs another point.
Elena's silver eyes sparkled as she watched laughing at the orcs asking their leader Vorak Blackmaw if they are bronze with no brains, popcorn forgotten for a moment. The timing, the strategy… every warrior thinking they're clever. . Every hesitation, every misstep. Interesting.
The crowd erupted with excitement, tossing coins, waving banners, and shouting encouragement. Elena's mind mirrored the chaos below. Steal, defend, lose a point, counterattack… oh, the thrill of it. Every move matters.
Flags switched hands multiple times. The orc warriors stole from the elf team, only for the elves to counter and reclaim it. The human warriors coordinated to recover their flag, while merfolk ambushed anyone coming near the water. Teleports, stolen flags, and counterattacks lit the battlefield with excitement.
Even the lesser-known teams, the dark elves and beastfolk, pulled off surprising moves, forcing teleportations and points lost. Elena laughed silently. Yes… just how it should be. The chaos, the bets and cheering… .ooooo!.
The first round of skirmishes continued, warriors testing each other, rulers shouting commands, strategies shifting with every move. The small world Elena had created was alive with movement, noise, and excitement.