In an instant, so quick that Eirin's mind couldn't even register the movement she lost her headband. One moment it was there, a tight band on her head, the next, it was gone. She was unknowing of how it came loose, how it had been taken, but then she saw it. It was already in Shade's hand, a stark white contrast against his dark leather gloves.
"You!" Eirin screamed, a sound of shock, frustration, and betrayal. Her voice ripped through the air, raw with disbelief.
Eirin's team, enraged and bewildered, immediately chased after Shade's group, a desperate attempt to take back what was rightfully theirs, to reclaim their hard-earned survival. But Shade and Trixtan ran away as if their lives depended on it, their speed amplified by their Flairs, leaving the white team in their dust.
