Marcus's expression twisted into a sneer. "You think i'm this stupid? Don't test me, I don't mind cutting a finger or two of yours. It's not against the rules, since you could theoretically continue your life without them, or pay a massive price to regain them...heh."
"No, No! Look, we really don't have any!" He hurriedly tapped his watch open, showing his points, or lack thereof.
Marcus didn't believe it, asking the others to show too. When they all showed him their points, he finally believed them.
"Useless. What a waste of time." He looked at the five of them with open contempt. "You've been in the tournament for nearly two hours and you have nothing? How is that possible? Even if you'd just walked to your allocated sections, you'd have something. Pathetic trash, you remind me of one you useless classmate of mine."
"We had a total of sixty points," The leader winced as he grabbed his injured shoulder, "before someone stripped us from our points."
