"Lykos of House Death, son of Remus."
The next match came before anyone could finish whispering about the last one.
"Gaia of House Gift, daughter of Theodore."
Lykos strutted forward like he was born to win, spinning his staff with one hand.
Across from him, Gaia walked in small, hesitant steps, both hands clutching her surprisingly bladed staff tightly to her chest. If the blade were ignored for a moment, she would look more like someone who came to tend a garden than to fight.
When they reached their marks, Lykos rested his staff over his shoulder.
"Try not to cry when you lose, alright?"
Gaia blinked, startled, and then muttered:
"I-I wasn't planning to…"
He scoffed, crossing his arms.
"Tch. Don't act like you're confident now."
That was when John lowered his hand.
"Begin."
Lykos went first, of course, and jabbed his staff into the ground with a yell, because apparently, shouting your spell helped:
"FREEZE!"
