After the storm comes the calm.
With the last masked figure left for dead, Ciara was finally given the moment to breathe.
Just a catch of her breath from the rush of events that had led her up to this place since she found it.
She sighed at the thought. Letting them reel in as she slowly walked towards the platform's edge.
'I don't even think the Headmaster knows this sub-space exists.'
She glanced up. Shifting her gaze about until it landed on the man.
He remained frozen in his position.
Trauma was taking shape in his sunken expression. He continued to remain on his knees, with his head tilted to the side.
Just enough to let her know of his condition.
She groaned slowly.
"Aren't you a man?" She muttered more to herself than to the unfazed man.
"Being scared because of a little death match….tsk, tsk."
She never really liked them anyways.
Males tend to be all talk and no show– Most times.
Some males had proven that fact to be mere stereotypes after all.
