Group Fight

Spears shook his head, deciding to tune out the chatter around him. His focus shifted back to the arena.

Sure, the heirs had a clear edge when it came to their Psychic Incarnations, but that didn't mean other kids were completely outclassed.

Take the scene playing out now, for example. The rabbit had surrendered without a fight, flopping onto the ground in defeat. Deanna gave it a swift kick, and with a stern look from its owner, the rabbit reluctantly offered a carrot to the powerful tiger standing before it.

Drexel watched, amused, as the little rabit stood there, somehow managing to look both terrified and oddly brave at the same time.

"Why not just give up? No need to let your Psychic Incarnation get hurt," Drexel suggested, hoping to spare the little rabbit.

"Don't worry, I never expected to win. I just wanted to see the difference between the Psychic Incarnations of you noble heirs and us," Deanna replied, fully aware of her limits.