'Brutal but effective,' Ren thought, analyzing the combat.
"Next team!" Yang called out.
"Klein Goldcrest's team," Yang announced. "With Feng Zhao and Astor Blackwood."
The Goldcrest heir stepped forward with the natural arrogance of nobility, his golden lion manifesting in brilliant patterns across his skin. The light caught the metallic sheen of his beast's markings, creating an almost ethereal glow.
Feng, whose red cobra created scarlet scales along his neck, and Astor, with his rhinoceros's bluish markings, flanked him with similarly aristocratic bearing.
"We won't need heavy weapons," Klein declared while selecting a light short sword, the blade catching the morning light. "Our beasts are more than sufficient."
Feng chose a pair of daggers, their edges glinting dangerously, while Astor opted to take no weapon at all. His rhinoceros markings intensified, covering his arms with a bluish glow that promised raw power.
