Tri-blade ◄[RD]►
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All he could do is look on, helpless to do anything more.
Tri-blade engaged in his round of attacks early on in the final day of the tournament, knowing that the odds were still very much stacked against his squad against the veteran squad of the SOB faction. And despite his reassurances to the team that they weren't expected to contend for anything significant, the competitive drive refused to be suppressed as each round passed.
A strategy was unveiled to the group midway through their first round against the overwhelming favourites for the division crown, the Av-51 team, and thus efforts were poured into boosting up in certain aspects with an eye towards pulling an upset victory in Round 3.
And so Tri-blade watched. Three defensive victories for Ability Mage meant that there was a glimmer of hope early on, but the odds were still pretty slim. Aflima and Macaia's Daughter performed as well as could be expected, but the opponents kept their cards to their chest, did not risk anything against the more seasoned battlers.
It would have to be all-in, leave nothing behind for Ability Mage.
Every available consumable was prepped and utilized. Another brisk period of levelling-up. A shuffle spin in faint - and unrealistic - hopes of claiming a crucial accessory, and then he took the arena floor with the encouragement of his teammates behind him. For Ability Mage this was the strongest he had felt in ages, yet this was an ominous task. With a grunt, he dashed in.
And Tri-blade could only watch.
Aflima quickly passed the latest news from their eyes-and-ears on the ground with regard to World Corps activities, but for once Tri-blade's focus was more on the League Wars tournament.
Ability Mage's body crashed into the sideboards as his attack was blunted by an SOB member. Tri-blade grimaced, the SOB lead increasing by 1. Ability Mage regained his footing, then motioned to another member.
A clash of fists, legs and various weaponry and this time it was Ability Mage standing with victory. A brief glimmer of light, but the score deficit was only back to its original state. The mountain to climb was taller still. And so in charged Ability Mage. Nine more times Ability Mage threw maximum effort in a frantic effort to gain footing. Each time, he showed no hesitancy. His armor cracked and showed signs of significant damage. The bottom portion of his suit was torn and large bruises could be seen along his legs. Yet he got up, dusted himself off, and threw himself at an opponent until he finally laid down, body and mind exhausted. He got a few wins, but sustained several defeats and the final score showed a comfortable victory for SOB squad.
"A veteran side worthy of its two wins this tourney," said Tri-blade as he got up. He walked to the medical tent, Ability Mage already getting treatment for his wounds.
"Mage?" asked Tri-blade as he approached the bed.
Ability Mage turned to face his friend. "Not strong enough," he sighed.
"More than strong enough. You were a lion out there and next time you'll do even better," said Tri-blade as he gently patted Ability Mage's shoulder.
Rosa ran up to Tri-blade as he walked away from the medical tent.
"Hey, lift your head up!" she said cheerfully.
"Huh? Whaddya mean? I'm good. Let's check in for word from our contact, Rosa," Tri-blade replied immediately, "the sooner we're out of here, the better. We haven't even seen Director Nova of late and we need to be prepared -"
Rosa allowed her godfather to walk ahead. She didn't need to use her mental abilities to know that Tri-blade, despite focusing on the greater threats, still felt a tinge of disappointment, the type that wouldn't be rectified easily. She picked up her pace, softly grabbed Tri-blade by the elbow, and walked together.
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