The final round was about to begin.
Nymeria stood in front of the four Year-One representatives under the tall tree sideline close to the Wildland. Her arms were crossed.
"I know the three of you cannot stand Reynold," she said. "Some of you even hate him but do me a favour and drop that h@te right here on the sideline before you step into the Wildland. Am I clear?"
No one answered.
Nymeria's eyes narrowed as she asked again.
"Am I clear?"
Briar folded his arms and let out a short nod. "Of course."
Torian and Zephyr looked at each other, then both nodded and muttered, "Yes."
Nymeria continued.
"Noble-High has used the same strategy every round. Two or three against one. This is the last round and I am sure they will go straight for the Command Flag and end the game as fast as they can."
Reynold scratched the back of his head and kept listening.
