His Name Had Been...

The skies rumbled, and the battleships suddenly began to charge up. 

Aina collapsed onto Leonel's chest, her mournful sobs still soft, but the shaking of her body couldn't be hidden. 

The eyes of Joel and the others turned red. 

James clenched his fist hard, remembering the night of their last football game. 

~Why couldn't you just lose this one time?!~ 

He remembered roaring those words, feeling every syllable of them. He had been tired of Leonel's antics, knowing that he needed to lose that game, and yet he still insisted on winning it anyway. 

Leonel had always been obsessed with victory, with winning, with coming out on top. He hated it when others got one over on him, and he was certainly the last person who would run headfirst into a trap that he could see coming. 

But this time...