In the vast, sprawling field, chaos reigned supreme. Bodies blurred, colors clashed, and the air buzzed with the hum of activated Flairs. Mr. Blade's voice amplified and distorted by the loudspeakers, soared above the noise, his commentary a series of delighted shouts and screams of pure excitement. He was enjoying every single chaotic moment.
From her vantage point with Link and the remnants of the white team, Calixta surveyed the unfolding madness. She strained every fiber of her being, summoning vast amounts of her Flair, trying desperately to keep the opposing teams from chasing after Eirin and Shade, trusting, perhaps foolishly, in whatever convoluted plan Shade was orchestrating.
'He's not the type to corner someone in a secluded place anyway,' she thought, a faint, desperate hope fluttering in her chest.
