The biggest screen was locked to Rita's perspective. She had the highest overall score: most baits secured, most escapes from the line, and the overwhelming majority of the audience had chosen to follow her feed.
That also meant every spectator heard Motor and Fat Goose's little exchange.
Anyone with half a brain could guess what Motor was about to use, and just how devastating that skill—made infamous during the team battle—would be at this exact moment for every hooked player.
The blood elf whispered, "Aren't they good friends?… He clearly heard him."
Before the black cat could answer, already twitchy in his seat with his fur bristling, the pink-haired dwarf spoke instead. Her voice was calmer than expected. "This is a divine game, not kids playing house."
The blood elf stared at her profile for a long time, then asked softly, "Honor and dreams matter more than friendship?"
