Clapton High had made their choice. The first student to represent them stepped forward, a tall, athletic figure known simply as Gi. He was from Bekert School, and the moment he entered the cage, a wave of unease washed over the others.
"Crap, we're screwed!" Mayson blurted out the instant Gi appeared.
"Screwed? Why?" Joe asked, eyeing the guy curiously. "I mean, yeah, he's tall and his limbs look like they could reach across the arena, but is he really that strong?"
Mayson and Crondo both nodded in unison, their faces pale. Around them, several students from Konsoon stood frozen, mouths agape in shock.
"You don't get it," Mayson said, rubbing the underside of his nose, trying to sound composed. "We could've handled Bekert a long time ago. I'm not bragging or anything, but I'm a decent fighter. Still, it's because of Gi that Bekert's always been a pain to deal with."
He pointed toward the cage.
