[Pinnacle Academy, Stadium 1 - Arena A: Main Stage]
I stood on the platform, waiting patiently for the match to start. But looking at Carlos, a smug grin plastered on his face, watching me with predatory eyes.
As the announcer's voice boomed through the arena, he moved a bit closer.
"Bet you're regretting stepping onto this platform, nobody?" His tone dripped with condescension. "This isn't your little practice range - it's the real deal. Muller versus some rando? Hardly a fair fight."
I kept my expression carefully neutral, refusing to give him even the slightest of annoyance. Let him waste his breath, He'll need all the air he can get from me.
The announcer began the traditional countdown, I held out my crossbow armed and ready.
"Three…" Carlos smirked, his wand beginning to glow.
"Two…" He mouthed something, a taunt no doubt.
"One… BEGIN!"
