The guy who started messing with Sukrucuk during registration slowly came over and took his place at the head of the table. Sukrucuk would wait a little longer, then turned and looked at Toraman, saying, "Not needed."
No one except us would understand the meaning of these words; our tank wasn't asking for any help in the first round.
"Even if you wanted it, I wouldn't use my skill anyway!"
When the oversized teen muttered right beside me, I cracked up; they were actually like two kids who were best friends but constantly bickered with each other.
"Pray that the right to strike first is yours!"
I don't know the arm strength of our tank's opponent, but his jaw probably packed a ton of force, God bless him.
"Cut the crap and cool your jets! You can go first, no need for a draw!"
Sukrucuk was as relaxed as if he were asking for something from the corner store; in contrast, dissenting voices were rising from the crowd watching the competition.
"This guy has lost his mind!"
