As everyone started to walk over to their places on the track, Skye took everything in. The air was crisp, boarder-line cold. Tiny puffs of warm breath could be seen coming from each competitor as they sauntered into their respective positions.
The crowds were already working themselves into a frenzy while waiting for the competition to begin. They cheered and clamored in their seats, the anticipation was thick in the air..
'Six tracks for six teams, and five people to a team. The team farthest from us is nothin' but speed-based Tanks.. I'll have to hope that Shasta or Zas thin them out. Tidas should be able to handle the rest, but only if some of 'em get taken out first..'
Skye surveyed the teams as they passed them. The farthest team to the right were the Speed Tanks. They were the A Team.
