Group Match

"Too strong! They're both incredible!"

"Who dares say my girl Lyra is just a pretty face? Who else can juggle two commands at once like that?"

"Everyone underestimated Lyra. Even after her win, people couldn't believe it."

"Man, I wonder how much the people who bet on Lyra raked in?"

Morrison glanced at the money that just dropped into his account after the match, swallowing hard. It was nearly as much as their factory made in six months! They really cleaned out those sharks.

Meanwhile, the planning manager was a wreck. His legs felt like jelly, and his communicator was going off, but his hands shook too much to answer. He knew there was no avoiding this.

"If the team match this afternoon goes south, you know what's coming."

"But boss, Cohen Whyte's gonna be there! How am I supposed to…"

CLICK.