"He cleared all four objective redoubts in one minute and forty-two seconds," Vasa announced through the Citadel comms channel, her voice crisp with mathematical delight.
"That breaks the national tournament record by nearly seven full minutes," Kendra added from the dugout railing, her broadsword resting against the barrier.
"Look at the VIP balcony above the eastern stands," Jax said as he walked off the course, wiping a streak of dust from his jaw with the back of his leather glove.
"Rector Malrec looks like he swallowed a mouthful of burning sulfur," Ava observed, adjusting the sling of her long rifle.
"He does not intend to accept the result without a fight," Nox said quietly, watching the upper control gallery with steady violet eyes.
The massive holographic display floating above the colosseum flickered violently as an emergency review icon flashed across the center ribbon.
