He clapped once, and the sound was impossibly sharp, a concussive snap that hit hundreds of chests like a drumbeat, and the arena erupted.
The first three seconds were bedlam. Bodies surged in every direction, abilities flickering to life across the hall in bursts of color and heat and pressure. An earth-type shattered the padding beneath his feet and launched himself at the deck. A ranged caster hurled a bolt of fire that Calypso swatted aside with her tail without looking.
Yuna moved laterally, low and fast, her feet barely touching the ground as she wove between bodies in a pattern that put three large fighters between her and the nearest threat before anyone realized she'd left the spot she'd been standing in.
Skyline had given her this much, at least. When the field goes chaotic, get clear. Find angles. Read the fight before you commit.
