The trio had spent yesterday bantering with each other and coming up with stories. Though today, Marcus had messaged everyone to come to the guild at five in the morning, to which only Adam replied, seeing how his alarm always went off at five, getting out of bed without a second thought, because he knew if he thought of getting more sleep or anything ran through his head, he would become lethargic and stay in the bed until further notice.
Everyone gathered in the training hall by 5:20 AM, the ten fighters standing in a loose circle, some of them sizing the others up. Marcus was pacing in the center, his eyes scanning everyone sharply, gauging what he had to do today to prepare them for the tournament.
