Several fast arrows whizzed through the tower top, where pure chaos recked the battlegrounds. Kids, untrusting of each other, were now scattered around. Running everywhere like lunatics, they attempted to avoid other Magma Dwellers while fighting their own.
Some ran to simply avoid all fights, and some did so to attack other examinees! It was total havoc.
The arrows that flew around were from none other than Alten, who attacked dwellers from afar. He was next to Rylan, who was still trying to get his large magic gun, or whatever he called it, to work.
"Damn it! The stupid thing is jammed for some reason!"
He exclaimed in frustration, hitting the small mechanical block with the butt of his palm.
"Dude! You're always great at creating stuff, but you are never able to actually make a fully functioning item! What's wrong with you!?"
Alten yelled, also frustrated with Rylan.
"I don't know man, stop yelling at me and help me instead!"
