"…you've got to be kidding me…"
We were currently down 3-1, with Craig, Theodore and Sheila all eliminated. Only Bu Fan was able to win his match, and just barely too. He was resting on a bench in the technical area, huffing. Just to pull a victory against the guy known as Lancelot, he had busted out all of spells that belonged to his dual innate elements.
And even then, he had only just scraped a victory, and at a great cost too. He was too exhausted to continue onto the next match.
By the way, that very same Lancelot was the person who also knocked out Craig, Theodore and Sheila. The guy was on his way to an all-kill like me, but fortunately Bu Fan stopped him dead in his tracks. I also suspected that Bu Fan won because Lancelot had exhausted quite a bit of his mana when dealing with the other three.
"Richard, can I count on you for the last match?"
