Ryn had been moving.
Step by step.
Slowly and quietly.
He had circled the battlefield while the arrows flew.
And now he stood right beside Torren.
The tanker finally noticed.
"…When did you—"
"Now."
Ryn moved.
His foot kicked the ground.
BAM!
He slid under the edge of the shield and struck upward.
Not at Torren.
At the core.
THUD!
The glowing sphere popped out of the tanker's hand.
Torren's eyes widened.
"The core!"
It flew into the air.
Ryn twisted mid-step and caught it smoothly.
He grinned.
"Thanks for holding it for me."
Torren roared.
But he couldn't attack as he lost his balance.
The battlefield froze for a second.
Arthur glanced at Ryn and laughed.
"Nice timing."
Ryn lifted the core casually.
"Your distraction worked."
Across the hall Nox jumped up and down.
"WAIT... DOES THAT MEAN WE'RE WINNING?!"
Arthur grinned.
"Oh yeah."
The match had just entered its final stage
The glowing core had left Torren's hand and now it sat firmly in Ryn's grip.
