Bazz had finally realized the weight of the situation on him.
He had just stumbled upon an enemy in his own ranks, and while it would've been a critical mistake in a high-stakes exam.
The person before him was someone his best friend was really fond of giving him very little decisions on what to do.
So in his mind, it was torn between loyalty to his friend and the competitive drive that fueled his every action.
If Rel were to get hurt, would Jan retaliate fiercely, or would he forgive the mistake?
As he watched his teammates turn their heads towards him, Bazz could only clench his teeth in pity.
He had to make a choice.
Bazz clenched his fist and his knuckles turned white as he channelled his elemental attribute of wind.
A surge of power coursed through his veins and his muscles coiled like a spring.
"Sorry, Rel," he muttered through gritted teeth, "but this is a practice exam, after all."
