Sura paled after Faustin finished his words. It was subtle, nonetheless, but the feeling of her heart dropping couldn't be stopped or faked by her.
She had done her best, but there was only so much change she could force with the arguments that Lyn and Theron had laid out for her. The only silver lining was that she would probably score well enough anyway—after all, this was a 1v1v1v1v1 situation, not a true 2v3. However, the loss would still ding her, and the ultimate result would end up harming the next round for the Firewings.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself. Lowering her head, she shook it slowly before standing straight and tall. She had to be graceful in defeat as well, otherwise she might lose points for that too.
Everything here was being graded.
"Ah, is it my turn?" Theron asked. He blinked toward Mello, who seemed to have forgotten to announce the opposition's closing statements.
