"Hey."
Rita snapped out of her thoughts when Dawn Cicada jabbed her in the side with an elbow.
She turned with annoyance. "What?"
Cicada did not need to answer.
The moment Rita finished speaking, she realized she had already been teleported onto the clock arena battlefield.
Standing across from her was Lightchaser, idly tossing a dagger in the air while watching her.
"Do you need a little more time to finish spacing out?" Lightchaser asked politely.
If I said yes you would probably hang me up and whip me.
Rita quickly smiled, took hold of the sword given by the game, and said, "Teacher, I'm ready."
The glowing clock hand floating beside Lightchaser lit up. Its light illuminated the thin braid hanging behind her ear and the gray blue color of her eyes.
Lightchaser's voice turned serious.
"Fight with everything you have."
Rita tossed the long sword aside. It clattered onto the arena floor.
Golden lightning and white vines reshaped themselves into two daggers in her hands.
