The platform erupted into action immediately. Four teams. Four corners. One goal.
Lancet's eyes swept across the battlefield, watching his team.
Luke took the leading position, already racing towards the center. Min Tu flanked the left side and Cassandra the right.
They crested a low ridge of broken stone and froze, one hand raised in a silent signal. The team halted behind him.
Below the ridge, a Tribute Coin gleamed in a shallow depression, but it wasn't unguarded.
A pair of Earth Hounds surrounded it.
Min Tu narrowed her eyes. "Should I?"
"No," Luke replied. "I got it."
He hit the slope at a dead sprint. Pushing his hands to his sides, he called upon his magic, summoning a pair of black and crimson daggers — Devil's Fangs.
The first Earth Hound spun toward him, jaws opening wide enough to swallow a man's torso whole.
Luke dropped.
