Jett stood perfectly still, hands by his sides, completely unfazed as his four opponents circled him. He didn't even bother getting into a stance, just staring at them with a slight smirk on his face, as if daring them to strike first.
"He's mocking us," the beastfolk girl, Behan, muttered under her breath, her hands tightening into fists. Her companions exchanged glances, hesitant, clearly wanting to see what Jett would do before committing to their own moves.
The arena was dead silent, the tension thick in the air. Students watching from the stands and outside the arena began to grow impatient, yelling for them to start already. The whole situation was unsettling.
"C'mon now," Jett's voice broke the silence, calm and taunting. "You wouldn't want to keep the audience waiting."
