Emerging Pattern

With the crowd still cheering, Astaroth and his teammates were teleported outside the arena, into a spot in the bleachers. They were all grouped, and they could now watch all the other fights happening.

Astaroth sat down to enjoy the show, but before he could, a certain Demonoid in his team stomped his way before him.

"You! You stole my spotlight! How can a weakling like you kill those five players so fast!? You cheated for sure!" Anton shouted in Astaroth's face.

The Archer woman and the Paladin weren't talking, but by the looks they were throwing at Astaroth, he could guess they had similar thoughts. He didn't feel like arguing, so he tried to brush it off.

"You are the one that assumed I was weak. I said nothing of the sort." Astaroth responded, trying to sound as passive as he could.

"Stop lying! How did you kill them?! I don't want to play alongside a cheater!" Anton kept yelling.