"So, what game are we playing to decide this?" Rias asked.
Ruan blinked and smiled with squinted eyes as she said, "I know a game."
After a few minutes…
Enorin, Rias, Yueha, Mei, Ruan, and Liang stood in a row facing one of the Zords—Zepheremal, the Fleeting Fatality Fangs.
The scary metallic bird floated a kilometer away from them with six glowing black blades made from its energy.
Each blade had a number inside it, but the girls didn't know which blade had which number.
The game was simple.
Zepheremal will shoot the blades high up in the sky, and the girls will pick one stick each, all at once.
"We are ready, Zephy. Release them," Ruan said as she rubbed her palms while smiling.
Zepheremal shot the six blades upward, and the girls' eyes shone as they used their soul energy to create spiritual hands to grab the blades.
Each of them grabbed a blade shortly as they floated before them.
