"Sorry, Jeminine. Sometimes luck just isn't on your side…"
"Pipe down, Shraal. Your pity is worthless, especially if it's your half-hearted attempt at a pick-up line..." Jeminine clicked her tongue and shook her head. "What's up with your forfeit?"
"Nothing."
"Coming from you, the trickster among kings?" Chuckling, Jeminine poked fun at Zelsh, "What's wrong? Are you afraid that he would get killed by accident? What are you up to?"
"I don't know what you're talking about…" Zelsh sighed, ignoring her comments while watching Kraz and Oli chat on the arena floor.
"I think he's done quite well for himself if I'm being honest. Apart from me, Zelsh has managed to get the most people into the second round."
Looking past Jeminine, Zelsh scoffed, "True. I almost achieved what took you luck and maniacal planning, preventing your representatives from cultivating so they would be best used here and not in the actual qualifier."