"Okay, gather around in the main hall!" Whittier's voice boomed across the gym.
The fighters stopped mid-spar, exchanging confused glances.
Damon, still catching his breath from the sparring session with Ivan, wiped the sweat from his face with a towel and looked toward the exit.
No one knew what was going on because their coaches had already left the room.
"What's going on?" Ivan muttered as he put his towel over his shoulder.
Damon gave a shrug and shook his arms around. His body was still buzzing with energy. "No idea, but I guess we'll find out soon."
Across the facility, in the other gym where Team Chemasov trained, the same thing was happening.
Fighters from both teams paused their sessions, unsure of what was coming next.
Balim Chemasov had also given his team the same instruction.
It was intense as the fighters came out of their rooms and made their way to the main hall.
