As Louise dropped to the floor, Cain held his breath. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he unconsciously released a bit of killing intent, thickening the atmosphere around the group.
Cain glared at the fox senior. It was brief; he caught Adler sneering at Louise's writhing form. He exhaled a long breath to wash away the anger that welled up in his chest.
"That b*stard!"
Rika's voice was cold enough to freeze the flame. The two figures beside him clenched their fists and teeth in unison, their anger resonating.
However, as much as Cain wanted to dash toward the arena and twist the foxy senior's limbs, he swallowed back his intent, then looked toward the other senior present.
First, to the violet-haired girl. She stood behind the crowds so that Cain couldn't gauge her current expression. He shifted toward the green-haired one, who was covering her open mouth. The situation in the arena rattled her composure.
