Moans, all around.
Half of the people Mihael dealt with were plain old masochists.
The other half, proud fighters who were looking for a good fight.
Didn't matter who though. They all got their asses handed to them.
Wave after wave-
"Me- me I'm next!" A lady jumped at Mihael-
But at that point, Mihael got fairly bored and just logged out.
So she just flattened on the floor, groaning… or rather moaning. "Is- this- is this teasing play!?"
"And now, for the quarter-finals!" The announcer announced but then slowed. "Wait, where'd our dark horse go?"
Apparently, the crowd realized, Mihael wasn't necessarily teasing. He was just gone.
"He ran away?"
"Connection issue maybe?"
A lot of scenarios popped up.
A lot of suggestions too.
