"...Next up... Student Mobillax from Professor Baroque's division versus student Merina from Professor Robin Burton's division."
Robin nearly bolted to his feet in reflex, but something inside him urged restraint. He clenched his fists, breathed deeply, and forced himself to sit back down. Something—an instinct, perhaps—told him not to rob that student of her chance.
Instead, he took a moment to gather himself and calmly turned to the girl sitting behind him, asking,
"Excuse me… why are Professor Robin Burton's students being sent out one after another to fight students from different professors?"
"Oh, I see you've finally cooled off a little. That's good. Those poor kids have been through enough—they don't need more chaos in their lives."
The girl spoke in a soft, almost sleepy voice, her half-lidded eyes glancing down at the arena.
