"We don't know how this round will play out. Just be prepared for everything, all right?"
Hex sat with the others and listened to Sterling's attempt at giving a motivational speech. Instead, he was just trying to guess, hopelessly, the nature of the upcoming round.
They sat in the arena, waiting for the tournament's start. Behind them, the crowd cheered and sang, their noise reverberating far and wide.
It was unlike anything Hex had experienced ever. He was even forced to rein in his senses, reeling them in. The exposure of his senses to such overwhelming prickles caused pain. Physical pain.
"Is that why you finally brought your main man out today?"
Dollaire asked, looking at Hex. Her smile enhanced the ridicule in her eyes, while her tone challenged Sterling. For this round, Hex appeared disguised as Mike, the top scorer of the previous round. Many eyes would search for him, which he took in stride.
