In the changing room, the atmosphere was thick with disbelief. Kezor, the troll, stood speechless, his mouth agape as he tried to process what had just happened.
The small goblin team had beaten Nik, the ogre—a result no one had seen coming. The other monsters in the room mirrored his reaction, their eyes wide and jaws slack in shock.
"No, no! What the hell?!" Kezor finally burst out, his voice echoing in the stunned silence. "I'm here to fight that damned Nik! How the hell did he lose to that pathetic little joke of a goblin?"
Fueled by frustration, Kezor stormed across the room, grabbing Hiro, the oni, by the shoulder. "You need to switch with me!" he demanded.
Hiro, who had been calmly sitting in the corner, raised an eyebrow at the outburst. "So... you mean you want to be in the loser's bracket?" he asked, squinting at the troll.
