Meanwhile, the cursed Apelings were already in position, moving with practiced silence. Every member of the cursed clan had this formation drilled into them from a young age, a formation that truly showed why they were called the cursed apeling clan.
Garrock held a shield nearly his own size in one hand and a heavy axe in the other, his posture unwavering and focused as he took the lead. Just behind him, Okon held her whip loosely at her side, coiled but poised like a snake ready to strike. Kuro, constantly shifting his weight from side to side, handled his twin daggers with dexterity, each one flashing as he sized up the Apeling students.
As the announcer's voice faded, a tense silence blanketed the arena. Both teams stood ready, like predators eyeing their prey.
