The loud dong snapped Astaroth out of his musings. He could now see the opposing team, across from them, on the other side of the very large arena.
The other teams were in bleachers all around the arena, which gave it a colosseum feel. Astaroth didn't enjoy performing before an audience, but he had long since coped with that.
Since his dream had always been to become a pro player, he knew it would happen, eventually. And since he had already taken part in small tournaments with a public in ToB, so he was a little prepared.
That's when he noticed Morticia side-eying him, and the three other players that were ignoring him entirely. This was to be expected, because of his score, but it made him chuckle.
'They are in for a rude awakening.' He thought to himself, grinning.
As the two parties started running towards each other, Astaroth directly used Spirit Melding. His hair turned white as fur grew on his arms and face and he howled to the sky.
