The Last Participants, They are All Insane

"Well," Dave said with a smug grin, looking over his shoulder at Claire.

"Hm?" Claire responded.

"Let's just go, I was feeling confident about that kid, but taking too many enemies at once's gonna be difficult."

Claire raised an eyebrow, folding her arms. "What about the moons? One's already dead, right?"

Dave nodded, a calculating glint in his eyes.

"Yeah, that kid took out one of them, so their power's gotta be reduced.

If we bide our time, let the others do some of the dirty work, by the time we're done here, the moons will be easy pickings.

We kill everyone else first, then we're the only ones left standing. Simple."

"Nice!"

Without another word, the two of them turned away from the square, slipping into one of the dilapidated houses.

The house they chose was opposite to the ones Stark and the businessman had taken, each group heading their own way toward the same destination: Termina, the heart of the trial.