Monke MOBA (Third Match)

Nothing of note happened during our time chatting about the different viable strategies we could use against our next opponent in the next match. There was nothing to add to our strategy other than to make sure we kept denying them Resource points and hope we could upgrade our Mons to better push the lane when it was time to push.

The black expanse of the void soon vanished once the timer struck zero, and in its place, a foreign area which was incredibly different from the last arena took its place.

"… Damn my old fungus… It's freezing!" Shrum shivered as his mushroom body took the brunt of the cold wind assaulting every part of our team without remorse.

"Tch, bad day to take less clothing in favor of mobility." Typhial said with a scowl, her wings wrapping around herself in an attempt to conserve body heat.