The first bell chime echoed across the silent arena.
Then the second.
Darren's brown eyes flickered with resolve as he raised his spear, the blue runes along its shaft igniting with a low electric hum. Beside him, Rina spun her mana revolver in her palm, clicking the safety off as compressed blue cartridges glowed in its chamber. The Combat Class shifted into formation without a word, boots sliding against fractured stone as they spread out in two semi-circular lines.
Across from them, Class Zero stood silent.
Silas cracked his neck, his massive frame rolling forward with a quiet growl. "So… who am I crushing first?"
Reia flicked her wrist brace, adjusting the tension straps as her golden circuits flickered faintly across her temples. She didn't look at him. "Don't get reckless. They're disciplined."
Vyn remained silent, her grey eyes flicking lazily across the rows of armored students, her long black hair drifting like soft shadowed mist behind her.
