Leaving my four teammates staring after me in absolute astonishment, I walked all the way to the center of the arena. This time, the Raiders were taking point, and as the party leader, I wanted to put the final nail in the coffin of our grand performance.
"No way, my eyes must be deceiving me!"
The announcer started screaming the moment he saw me. The bastard was absolutely thrilled.
"Max, the leader of the Raiders, is stepping onto the sands of the Seven-Tiered Abyss City Arena—where true heroes are forged—all by himself! The Back Streets party hasn't moved an inch yet; could they possibly be intimidated by a single man?"
He just wouldn't stop hyping it up. He was revving his vocal cords like a street racer stepping on and off the gas pedal at a red light. And it was definitely working; the six-man Back Streets party stood right in front of me. They were looking me up and down, sizing me up, trying to gauge if I was an easy mark they could chew up and spit out.
