Leon Holt POV
The commandroom was dim, the large display screen casting faint light across the polished surface of the table where Sylas Theris sat, tablet in hand.
Loren, the A ranked Super, stood near the back, his massive arms crossed, a silent presence as his sharp eyes focused on the screen.
Leon Holt leaned forward, elbows on his knees, watching the battle unfold.
On-screen, Cadet Talon Graves and Cadet Kieran Macallister, were locked in a desperate 2v4 against Team 37. Kieran fired off a sniper shot, the bullet slamming into the enemy bruiser's side, staggering him.
"Hmmm.." Loren, who seemed deeply invested in the match, let out a dissaproving grunt at the move.
Team 37 moved quite well. They rushed Kieran's position immediately, forcing him to retreat whilst Talon tried to intercept their Spear.
