Victors

"Loosening the rope to give more freedom of movement was a good idea." Shark said with a grin, and they did the same to their rope.

As the rope got looser around their ankles and arms, they felt surprisingly liberated, as if they were finally freed from the prison.

"Shall we have a bout?" Shark asked and spread his arms wide, as if he were inviting them to attack him.

"Ambrose, I'll take him on." Moriarty said this while facing Shark with a determined look in his eyes.

'He clearly doesn't like that nickname, huh.' Ambrose shrugged his shoulders and looked at Jellyfish. "Fine by me."

"Sigh, I am facing some lackey?" Jellyfish groaned as he rolled his eyes. "I was hoping for a more challenging opponent."

"My friend." Shark smirked. "Finish him off quick, and I'll share the honor of killing the fifth-ranked streamer in the world with you."

"Heh, fine by me." Jellyfish reached out to his inventory and took out a baton.