Ren watched the enemy teams fall apart and smiled. Everything was going exactly like he'd planned during all those hours of secret scouting.
The arena had been helping the enemy teams fight against Elena's math-based strategy.
But now that Elena's team was fighting unpredictably, that same help was actually hurting the enemies.
It was like the arena was a computer program that only knew how to help with one type of fighting, and when faced with something completely different, it got confused and made things worse.
"The arena stopped helping our enemies," he said to himself, watching from his hidden position. "Now they're all fighting like separate teams instead of working together."
From his concealed vantage point, Ren could see the northern team's precise formations beginning to stumble.
Their military coordination had depended on predictable enemy movements, but Elena's team was no longer moving in patterns they could analyze.
