With the rattling of steel, a small army of players marched their way into the charred clearing. Their heads held high, as brought with them an air of superiority and pomp. An air that was surprisingly refreshing, as one of their members had cast a chilling wind spell.
Although it benefited everyone in the area, banishing away the sweat inducing heat for a few brief moments, it also allowed their heavily armoured tanks to stride confidently at the front of the pack.
"Redfang." Saige muttered under his breath with an amused chuckle, "They can barely make qualifiers at most E-sports competitions, and when they do they always wipe in the first round. People used them as a warm up instead of treating them as any real competition, yet look at them. You'd think they have golden rods up their asses with how they are walking."
