Alix continues with a faint smirk, "From what I can see, we're not the worst here, but… not exactly top fifteen either. A few of these groups could wipe us with a warm-up swing."
Velira hums. "You're not wrong."
"So what is it?" he presses, watching the crowd ripple with excitement as another team enters the lineup. "You've got something planned. You're not acting like someone coming here just to survive."
"I can't tell you," she says, her voice quiet but certain. "Not yet. But just know this—my clan is going all in this time. Every weapon, every piece we've hidden away since my clan's fall. This is it for us."
Alix studies her a moment, then simply nods. He thought. "Alright. Let's see."
They come to a stop as the formation settles into rows, twenty clans wide, facing the massive golden gate that will lead them into the arena proper.
