Nik, the ogre, watched the score of the first match with a satisfied grin. The fire of rivalry burned in his eyes.
He needed to win this game, not just to advance, but to finally duel Kezor and end their ongoing conflict once and for all—with himself as the undisputed winner.
He recalled their long-standing bet: the winner could impose any rule on the loser, one that all races in their dormitory complex would have to follow. The memory of that promise filled him with determination.
'I'm gonna win and make all those bastards lick my shoes! Hahaha!!!'
Nik thought, his mind already savoring the taste of victory. The confidence was clear in his swagger as he prepared for his match.
On the other side, Drik, the goblin, wasn't as self-assured. He had watched the previous match closely, and it had unnerved him.
The Oni had been better than he'd expected, and the Troll's accuracy and adaptability had been downright impressive.
