The freshmen were admittedly disappointed by Isabella's loss, but compared to the previous matches before hers, she already did incredibly well that they couldn't voice out their complaints.
Still, the Freshmen hasn't won a round yet. And since Isabella lost, their hopes of having at least one significantly dwindled.
"I'd like to try next."
A voice suddenly cut through the depressing mood of the freshmen. It came from Garrick who's now slowly marching towards the stage.
"It's Garrick!"
"He's strong! Maybe he could win."
"Let's hope so. Surely he has made progress during the past two weeks!"
The freshmen felt their hopes being rejuvenated by Garrick's appearance. And as he arrived at the arena, the instigator of this event asked him who he wanted to challenge.
"I choose him." Garrick said while staring intently at the Older Student he wanted to fight.