By the time Arma reached to the Center of Pendle, he almost walked right out when million pair of eyes rested on him. He gulped and chuckled nervously, his grey eyes wide with fear as he quickly scanned around the crowd to find some of his team mates. It didn’t take him long for Stabs was the one who found him first and was waving furiously where they were.

Sighing in relief when he saw several familiar heads gathered in one particular spot, Arma half heartedly ignored everyone’s wolfish eyes and made his way towards his friends. However, he stopped short and almost stumbled over his feet when registered the fact that someone from the bundle was standing out much more than she should be in the group.

“Zessica? Why are you wearing your Exoskeleton?” Arma queried lightly as he finally walked up to them. True enough, unlike the others who were wearing casual attire, Zessica stood contrast with the black partially skin tight suit and green glowing swirly highlights. Her short ivory black hair was tied into a small pony tail where it revealed her pale yet flawless face and the emerald healing stone fused at the back of her neck completely.

“Well apparently it seems that the match between July and September would be done with quicker than anyone anticipated. So the AI sort of jammed February and October matches today instead of tomorrow. I happened to get lucky and be the first February player to fight with the first October player today.” Zessica elaborated as she flexed out her fingers before curling them into fists again, trying to get used to the feeling. Arma took his time repeating the words in his mind for a moment before nodding in uncertainty.

He didn’t like the outcome though. Zessica was an amazing player when she was functioning in a team but when it came to solo fighting one on one, any chance of her winning would require more than luck and miracles. They didn’t even think of a plan to give her a strategy to work on once she gets into the match and her opponent did look threatening.

Maybe, her opponent might take pity on her and keep the fight mellow but chances of that happening were pretty slim considering rumours had it that their team was the weakest link. Blessed Combat was not a fun time game anymore. It was a sport and the only sympathy they were going to get was sportsmanship.
Just as he was about to think of several tactics and advice for Zessica to use, even though he had absolutely no clue what to do in an actual battle himself, the tall lad noticed that only Zatch and Stabs were with Zessica.

“Where are the others?” The tall lad asked, scanning around the stadium while assuming that they were probably just out buying drinks.
“They are sitting with the audience.” Zatch spoke without missing a beat while grinning at something. It only occurred to Arma that the four of them were watching something for there was a transparent slim large screen before them. Curious, Arma craned his neck towards the screen only to see that it was displaying a ruin of some sort.

Then all of a sudden, the perspective took a quick turn and there were now two people, also in their Exoskeleton, being displayed. The opponents fought each other with brute force yet moving around with such fluid motion, Arma at first wondered whether these two did ballet in their previous life. It didn’t took him long to know that he was watching a battle between someone whose birthday was in September and another whose birthday is in July.

“Here take this,” Stabs spoke out of the blue, snapping Arma out of his trance as he looked up to find Stabs offering him some sort of ear piece with a small microphone attached to it. He stared at it bewilderedly before resting his gaze to both Stabs and Zatch, refusing to take it unless they give him a valid explanation.

“This may sound weird but in this match, they are giving exactly three people to help players who are taking the battle by talking to these earpieces. Meaning that the three of us would be communicating with Zessica and tell her what to do while we watch her performance by using this screen here. Other than that we can’t help her at all. It won’t really help her in my opinion but it’s better than sending her in without any weapon.”

Zatch finally answered, his eyes still glued to the screen and never once looking away from it. Arma frowned lightly, wondering whether all of the Blessed Combat games went like this. However, he felt a sense of peace when he realised that he could at least communicate with his partner during her match. It meant that she have a very slight chance of winning but more chance in walking away unscathed. 

Seeing that the three of them were already wearing their earpieces, he hesitantly took and awkwardly placed it in his ear as well. As he adjusted to the unfamiliar object, Arma almost jumped out of his skin when he heard someone yell, only to feel quite flabbergast when he recognised that voice.

“Seraphim you bloody idiot! Stop acting like a show off and focus for once!” Arma at once turned around and almost instantly saw Spyro scowling deeply at his screen with two other people hunching over and chortling lightly. At that exact moment, Arma wondered whether he was in any way related to Phoenix by chance for he was sharing the exact same frustrated appearance as the fiery girl whenever Zatch did something she didn’t approve. He dismissed this theory altogether when he was all too aware that Phoenix was an only child like him.

That’s when it hit him and Arma almost let out a cry of disbelief when he realised that he didn’t notice it before. Upon closer inspection, Arma could make out Seraphim as one of the players in the ongoing match, wearing a black exoskeleton with swirly embroidery which was similar to Zessica’s but less elegant and with the mixture of blue and silver highlights.

The tall lad was sure that the slightly burlier figure was definitely Seraphim because he had heterochromatic eyes with one eye sapphire and the other eye emerald. If it was someone else, then that person looked all too similar to Seraphim.

Glancing back, Arma was surprised to find Spryo’s sour mood was replaced with a chipper one now, the same expression as the other two people beside them as he laughed out of the blue. It was an infectious laugh as the other two players beside him chuckled and Arma could feel the corner of his lips tip up somewhat as well. 

“Those two really do have a special bond don’t they?” Zessica suddenly pointed out to which Arma took his time to contemplate on it. True, he did felt like Spyro and Seraphim had a peculiar bond that made them be in very good terms. It was like they were in tune with each other, bickering and bumpy at some areas but definitely looking at the world with the same mind and eyes.  

“I think I am wrong about them dating though.” The short girl continued and Arma almost choked, which was impossible considering that there was absolutely nothing in his throat other than air. The tall lad shrieked inwardly as he snapped his neck towards the short girl, eyes wide with horror to which those emerald eyes stared back at him casually.

He then turned back to Stabs and Zatch, fearing for the worst and already feeling guilty that Zessica just uttered out something they promised to keep as a secret from others. Yet, he almost stepped back unconsciously in surprise to find the two of them were chatting away, commenting on the battle that was occurring at hand.

They were too preoccupied to have heard Zessica said it out loud. It was then Arma noticed that even if they weren’t, they wouldn’t hear it anyway because the stage was already buzzing with people talking to one another, whispering excitedly and criticising at the same time.

In addition to that, Zessica has this still mysterious ability to be invisible which also meant that sometimes, no one can actually hear what she said until she makes her present known and tell it again. Sighing in relief for the second time that day, Arma turned his voice down low because unlike Zessica, he can’t get away hoping that no one heard him. 

“What made you say that? Didn’t they say it to themselves that they are?” To this, Zessica impressively shook her head in a way that she was nodding and refusing at the same time.

“They did say that but they also said that they are just simply experimenting. To me, I believe that they are just confused and don’t exactly know the kind of people they like because they never really thought about it seriously before.” Zessica concluded to which Arma took his time processing. In a way, it did make sense. However, just as Arma was about to get what she was saying, Zessica said something else that left him in a puddle of more confusion.

“But I do think they love each other.” In that moment, Arma felt the gears in his brain stopped working and wind breezing through his skull as if there was nothing inside. At one point, he could hear cricket noises chirping inside his mind too. He ogled the short girl blankly, feeling as if everything he believed then was all a lie. What in the world? He must have made a face because Zessica blinked at him as well before looking apathetic, a habit she had whenever she was going to explain something.

“Oh, my deepest apologies. I should have detailed that a bit. What I am saying is that I don’t really think of them as lovers but I do find their friendship sort of special. They really have a genuine bond which anyone could mistake it as lovers but the barrier that separates lovers and best friends are there.” Once again, Arma stared at her blankly to which Zessica puffed out a small sigh before giggling lightly. She tried again.

“In short, they aren’t lovers but they love each other as best friends. Like how you love Phoenix as a brother towards a sister... I just realise I sound really cheesy now so I should zip my mouth now.” She spoke and true to her word, she clamped her mouth tightly together.

Arma scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, till her last effort in making him understand finally processed into his brain. He then let out a small ‘oh’, eyebrows raised before chuckling and running his hand through her soft ivory black hair fondly to which Zessica gave him a small amused smile.

“Yea you kinda do but I got what you mean. But can best friends love each other too?” At once, Arma was taken aback when Zessica nodded with a deadpanned expression.

“Of course they do, it’s a bond that’s even more special than lovers. The two of us are living examples of that.” Arma blinked blankly, slightly hurt when he thought Zessica was regarding their relationship as none other than friends when he realised what she had truly meant. Even he had to admit that the relationship he had with Zessica wasn’t exactly lovers for they were not showing heart eyes at each other twenty four hours straight but what they had together was special nonetheless.

Out of the blue, there was a sudden cry of amazement from the audience which made Arma jump. Even though he missed what happened, he was just in time to see the battle ending with the results coming out. The word Victor and Defeated flashed before them and Arma grinned when he saw Seraphim’s picture appearing under the word Victor. It stayed there for a moment before he saw the replay of the last final blow Seraphim had dealt his opponent with.

He was at one end of the screen while his opponent was at the other, grinning triumphantly when Seraphim was cornered. There were their health bars too and Arma noted that Seraphim was in the red range while his opponent was in the orange range of the health bar. In short, Seraphim was in a more tight spot than his opponent. Despite this, the guy was smiling coolly at his opponent, clearly unperturbed when he placed both hands at the side of his lips. It was almost like he was trying to shout something to someone that was far away.

Then everything else happened in a flash that Arma almost missed it again. He watched as the peculiar player took one deep breath, hands still at his mouth while the other opponent’s smile faded away and was replaced with a look of haunting suspicion. For a fraction of a second, Seraphim froze and the exact second afterwards, he exhaled out, causing rings in the form of sound waves to appear and whip against the opponent.

In an instant, Seraphim’s opponent was knocked out of his feet along with some bits of the stage against the strength of the sound waves and he was sent flying. Arma watched with his jaw touching the ground as the opponent flew straight to a building, his health bar quickly raining as he fell unconscious. Arma thought he was going to get unstuck from the wall but to his amazement, the opponent lingered there, completely wedged to the wall with the rings of cracks beneath him.

“Remarkable...” Zatch droned lightly, tapping his index finger against his cheek with his black eyes now turned red which could only mean one thing. He was using his Minor to ‘read’ Seraphim’s information. After a while, Arma couldn’t help but shudder when Zatch flashed out his infamous Cheshire like smile. He only does that whenever he found something completely out of the ordinary within a person.

“That was only his Minor, and it isn’t exactly what his Minor does anyway.” Zatch continued to which both Stabs and Arma glanced at each other, reflecting the same expression of astonishment.

“What do you mean it isn’t exactly what his Minor does?” Stabs asked eventually to which Zatch smiled, quite happy to find someone interested.

“His Minor is called Heavenly Voice. Rather an odd ability might I add. He uses his voice to heal nearby players who are yet to be completely beaten to the ground. Yet, he was able to use this same voice to do an infrasound howl he did just now to knock his opponents away. It’s almost like he bent the laws of game powers a bit.”

At once, Arma and Stabs went rigid; both of them simultaneously feeling a sense of foreshadow chilling their spine. However, no one could really blame them for the past few months; they went through quite a lot together, most of them which they were fortunate to get themselves untangled from.

So it was past experience that made the two of them feel suddenly wary of Seraphim. Arma felt guilty afterwards though because both Seraphim and Spyro seemed like nice people. Even Zessica wasn’t too apprehensive of them either. She was the one who has accurate judgement towards people after all, for she already knew Titania wasn’t all as she seemed to be first. She had promised to all of them that if she had even the slightest suspicion towards someone, she would tell than to keep it inside to herself.

A few minutes later, a portal appeared in the middle of the stage as Valentine, whom Arma just noticed was present there started waving her hand towards the spectators before gesturing at the portal, eliciting a round of loud applause from the audience.

“Ladies and gentleman, the victor! Seraphim!” Valentine boomed and with military precision, the said player walked right out with confidence and his head held up high. He grinned furiously, waving at the audience before letting out a shocked expression when one player, probably from his region tackled him. He tottered forward but managed to catch his balance and chuckled at his opponent.

Arma watched as Spyro walked up to him, also grinning before raising a fist at him calmly. Seraphim grinned back and bumped his fist against his before doing some sort of weird hand shake as if it was some sort of code. Then Spyro patted him on the back as the other player rubbed his arm against his head enthusiastically, earning another cheer from the mass of people watching. The more he watched them, the more Arma felt Zessica’s hypothesis true. They really looked as if they were having fun. 

“Congratulations Seraphim! I hope you celebrate your victory to the fullest. Now, on to the next match! This time it’s a match of February vs October! Standing in the first line with a unique and rare birthday of February twenty ninth, Zessica!”

“That’s your cue.” Stabs spoke before giving the short girl a light push. Zessica nodded briefly as she walked towards the hostess as quickly as possible. Surprisingly, the moment her name was called there was a loud cry of cheers. It seemed as if the audience didn’t care who ever the player was being announce and it was their duty to applaud but the moment they realised who exactly this ‘Zessica’ was, the noise quickly simmered down to shocked silence.

At once, they started talking to one another and Arma felt awkward on behalf of the stoic girl. He didn’t hear what the audience was talking but he had a vague feeling that they were shocked to find a small girl participating in a vigorous game, a Child of Misfortune at that.

At his peripheral vision, he could see Zatch shaking uncontrollably, trying really hard not to snicker while Stabs simply let out a nervous laugh. Well it did seem slightly shocking when Arma put himself in the audience shoes. Most of the players that took part in Blessed Combat were tall, older and burly. Zessica was the exact polar opposite of that standing barely five feet tall with the face of a twelve year old.

Even Valentine seemed shocked. Arma knew the moment Valentine rested her eyes on the monotonous girl, a flash of recognition beamed at her eyes. After a while, the hostess’s face suddenly split into a smile that seemed to light up the room to which the tall lad knew Valentine knew Zessica after the surprising twist she pulled on the first challenge by passing the challenge before it even begun and coming out of the barrier to pull Arma in. Seemingly to have recovered from the small mild shock, Valentine turned back to the mass of people once more.

“Next up, having a birthday of October second, Ragnork!” There was a loud cheer but like what happened earlier, the noise quickly died down the moment the player moved towards the hostess. On the other hand, unlike last time, there was urgency in their tone as people started whispering out exasperatedly. Arma knew that the person Zessica got paired against did not look an easy person to beat but he couldn’t help but grimace when he saw the opponent in real life.

He was tall, almost as tall as Arma but he was probably around six feet seven while Arma was almost exactly seven feet tall. On the contrary, Arma couldn’t help but chuckle hysterically as Ragnork stood before Zessica, a perplexed expression bearing on his face. Zessica stared back at him, unflustered by his towering figure but Arma could safely bet that she was probably dying slowly inside while trying to look level headed about this.

Ragnork on the other hand, looked uncomfortable. Who wouldn’t be? Fighting against someone so small and fragile that looked so much like a child, it was like forcing to devote yourself to child abuse. Zessica’s opponent almost look like he was going to withdraw but Arma knew he couldn’t do that. This was a sport and she was his opponent as he was to her. They were not supposed to show pity towards each other.

“Ah wait a minute; I am getting a message from the staff.” Valentine suddenly spoke out, touching gently at the ear piece she was wearing. Everyone watched as she spoke gently into the microphone, nodding slightly before she knitted her eyebrows together. After a while, she nodded again before looking back at the two players with a small smile.

“It seems there is a slight change in the rules.” Valentine announced which evoked out strings of groans and curses. The hostess on the other hand, rolled her eyes and brushed it aside before continuing forth.

“It’s regarding about Children of Misfortune. Now, as the name is far from the truth, we all know Children of Misfortune has no choice but to rely on healing stones in order to prevent their bodies deteriorating against the strain of their powers right? That’s the only thing that their healing stone does. Some Children of Misfortune may be equal in strength with normal players but there are several others who are much, much weaker than them even with the stone.” The whole stadium fell silent as Arma watched Zessica touched her own healing stone lightly.

“And according to the AI, you seem to be one of those unfortunate ones yes?” Valentine queried, turning her attention back to the short girl. Zessica remained motionless, not saying a word but she nodded lightly, clamping her hand at the back of her neck completely. By then, everyone was talking again, speaking several thousand words in a second as almost single individual glanced at one person to another. They were all thinking the same thing. What was going to happen next?

“It’s a small change in the rule. Since there are like four to five Children of Misfortune like you, the AI decided to have the points of Strength, Stamina and Speed equally distributed between the Child of Misfortune and his or her opponent by altering the Exoskeletons a bit, to make the game play fair.” Valentine finally announced. Just as this news was going to settle in everyone’s head, someone who was sharper quickly yelled out.

“That’s not fair! From the beginning you lot said players will have to face other players with what they got!” It was a middle aged man with hair that was slowly turning silver. One look at him and Arma knew that he was one of those people who has a fixed opinion and had a narrow mind. In all honesty, the tall lad couldn’t care less whether the man said was true or not because this news was a wonderful one. If Zessica had the equal number of Strength, Stamina and speed point as her opponent, she might have a chance it was fair.

That was when Arma felt chills run down his spine again when Valentine looked up at the man who yelled. She gave him a sweet smile which Arma had a haunting feeling was anything but innocent. Stabs seemed to agree because he suddenly paled while Zatch was grinning broadly, clearly having a time of his life. Arma had a feeling what Zessica was thinking. She was probably wondering why the game plays kept getting so complicated whenever she was involved.

“Dear Mister random person in the audience, would you by any chance be able to fight against an opponent equally while having a terminal disease?” Valentine asked with a cold edge to it but somehow, she managed to pull the politeness of the question off. Much to the horror of most people, the man clicked his tongue and barked out laughing rudely, purposely rubbing it on the hostess’s face.

“I would fight anyone any day even if I had a cancer!” The man declared and that’s when Arma felt a sharp tinge of pain in his head. He winced lightly, quickly placing a hand on his head when he felt something akin to a sharp object stabbing straight to his skull. All of a sudden, he could hear muffled voices of Zatch and Stabs. He tried to make out what they were saying but soon gave up when the pain was almost unbearable. It was like his head was going to split open.

For the second time that day, Arma experienced something that was beyond ordinary. Usually, he could predict future calamities right after looking at his reflection any time he wanted to. However recently it wasn’t that case but he still could see visions only after looking at a mirror.

This time, Arma felt horror run down his veins when the vision of the same man crumpling to the floor, wheezing furiously while at the brink of almost dying flooded his eyes. He could hear screams too, millions of terrified screams as the man convulsed uncontrollably. Then, a second later, he was out of the vision, breathing heavily and slick with sweat. He clamped his mouth with his hand as he felt sick, almost ready to throw up then and there but he managed to keep it in.

“Arma? You alright?” Stabs asked as he rested his hand on the tall lad’s shoulder. Stabs almost jumped out of his skin when he tensed up against his touch before relaxing slightly again while nodding firmly. Yet, there was a panicked aura emitting out of the tall lad, making him grow worry with concern.

Arma on the other hand, pondered whether what he saw was going to come true. After all, he didn’t look at a mirror. It can’t be true. It can’t happen. It was just impossible. He may have hallucinated a bit, like how he did back then with his malicious reflection earlier. Maybe this was a side effect after being ‘dead’ for about fifteen to twenty minutes straight. If that’s the case though, did that mean Spryo was going through the same thing or was it only him?

“Let’s see if you can do that.” Valentine spoke, breaking his train of thoughts when Arma shuddered again. Something about her tone, the way it seemed cold and heartless in the end, frightened the tall lad to bits, especially more so when her eyes glowed silver. He felt a shift in the air and knew something bad was going to happen afterwards.

He couldn’t be more right when all of a sudden; the same man went pale within seconds. His skin looked blemished and before anyone saw it coming, he started convulsing lightly. He grabbed his chest, wheezing and coughing harshly while gasping out in a hoarse voice. The people beside him started screaming in fear as he suddenly fell off from his seat and collapsed straight to the floor.

For ten whole seconds, everyone was in a frenzy and exactly ten seconds later, the man let out a gasp and coughed lightly, not as the wheezing type he had before but the normal one. During those ten whole seconds though, Arma felt his body grow cold and freeze on the spot, realisation dawning on him. A while later, the man suddenly sat upright, dazed and silenced as Valentine smiled at him innocently.

“Just now, you just experience only a small piece of what a person having a terminal illness. Still think you can fight against an opponent equally?” As Valentine inquired this sweetly, the whole stadium went quiet to which Arma heard Stabs literally swear under his breath, which was saying something since Stabs almost never curse unless something really bad happened.

Zatch too, seemed to have mellowed down a bit but as usual, he wasn’t sharing the same sentimentality as everyone else. He was morbidly fascinated instead. They all watched as the man shook his head negatively as he shrunk in his seat, trying to make himself small as possible to the point he would disappear.

Arma felt sick to the stomach though. He didn’t use a mirror, yet he saw that vision. He saw that vision and it came true. It actually fabricated into reality. That meant the feeling of someone watching him through mirrors, that malicious reflection of himself; those were a reality too weren’t there? Haunting him at the back of his mind. He could feel himself slowly hyperventilating but try as he might, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. In fact, he could feel slightly light headed now and the black spots invading-

“Arma.” The tall lad stiffened, panic still lingering in his chest as he slowly looked up. His eyes met Zessica’s emerald ones that were boring a hole at him. From the way she was looking, he knew that she had figured out. She tapped at her microphone, blowing it gently before speaking again at which Arma’s ear piece managed to pick up.

“Calm down. It’s going to be okay.”

“B-But...” Arma started however faltered when he had absolutely no words to express his feeling.

“It’s okay Arma. We can talk about it as soon as I finish this match alright? Or any time you want.” A part of him wondered whether Zatch and Stabs could hear the conversation too but as he looked back to find Stabs still looking quite spooked while Zatch admiring Valentine’s Minor or Major she pulled on the man, he felt puzzled to find that they could not. Nevertheless, after a few seconds of thinking about it deeply, the tall lad eventually gave in and sighed, feeling calmer than he had been just earlier. Zessica tended to do that.

“Well since that’s cleared up now, let’s get to it. You two don’t mind about this rule do you?” Valentine clapped, acting as if nothing happened as she glanced at the two players. The players glanced at each other, the shorter still quiet while the taller shrugged.

“I feel more comfortable knowing that I will be fighting her equally than winning cheaply.” To this, Arma couldn’t help but feel grateful for the opponent. At least Zessica’s opponent had good sportsmanship and was decent enough. Valentine seemed to agree whole heartedly for she nodded.

“What’s your Strength points?” The hostess asked, turning to Zessica first.

“Five” Zessica declared, not at all ashamed of it to which the others gasped. Zatch however, chuckled uncontrollably. At first, Arma wondered what was so funny when he remembered that his childhood friend had a warped sense of humour and Arma would never get the joke no matter how much he tried. 

“Eight.” Ragnork spoke, slightly awkwardly. He still probably felt guilty fighting against a small girl.

“Okay, Stamina?” Valentine asked to which Zessica answered with five point five and Ragnork with eight point five. The hostess then asked the points for speed to which Zessica had four while Ragnork with nine. It was then the hostess swiped both of her index fingers at the two players, opening up a menu box where both of their exoskeletons were on display.

In that screen, the points of where the three S was shown, making it pointless for Valentine to ask in the first place. Then again, she must have done it to check whether these two were lying or not but there was something afoot.

“Why are the three S values in the Exoskeleton?” Arma asked, looking at Zatch to which the bespectacled guy looked up in surprise.

“That’s because the Exoskeleton holds the information of your three S in the first place. They only improve in number when you do. Right now, Valentine is simply manipulating the data collected by the Exoskeleton to have them in equal points temporarily.”

As he described this, Arma watched as Valentine quickly altered the points of both of the players to equal ones. This resulted both of them having six point five for Strength and seven points for both Stamina and Speed.

“Well now that we fixed this little problem, without further ado...” Valentine gestured to a portal which appeared as soon as she pointed to that particular spot. With a brief conversation between the two, Arma watch as Ragnork stepped into the portal before flashing a smile at Zessica. Just as he disappeared, Zessica stepped in too and the portal closed.

“Zessica? Can you hear us from there?” Zatch immediately spoke to the microphone the moment the screen turned black with a loading symbol in the middle.

“Clear as day Zatch. Can you guys hear me?” The girl answered almost immediately after. The three of them looked at each other, nodding to one another to confirm that they all could hear too before Stabs replied.

“Yep. Can you describe your location?”

“Well there’s nothing here yet. Everything is dark except that little screen that has a countdown from sixty seconds. Its fifty seconds now.”

“So I guess we have to wait till then.” Zatch proposed to which the three could hear Zessica humming in agreement. About thirty seconds later though, Arma jerked up when he heard sound of static coming out of his ear piece, growing louder and louder with amplitude.

“Ow... what the heck?” Arma muttered out loud, almost yanking the ear piece off him as the other two quickly turned to him with a funny expression.

“What’s wrong?” Arma stiffened as he heard Zessica’s voice. Even though the sound of static was growing louder and louder, the tall lad couldn’t help but feel something was wrong when he could hear Zessica’s voice clearly. Shouldn’t her voice be a mixture of static as well?

“Uh... my ear piece is acting weird. Static noises.” To this, both Zatch and Stabs touched their ear pieces only to frown at the same time.

“I don’t hear it.” Stabs muttered.

“Neither do I.”

“Maybe you got a broken one? You can ask Miss Valentine for a new one.” There it was again. Why was Zessica’s voice so crystal clear when there was so much static in the background? Arma almost felt dizzy because right then, it was as if there were thousands of bees buzzing in his left ear. Then all at once, the static stopped and Arma couldn’t help but feel as if his left ear became deaf altogether. The silence came too quickly which prompted the tall lad to frown. So many weird things were happening today.

As if that wasn’t enough, Arma felt his blood run cold when he heard a voice, clearly not Zessica as this one was filled with static that made it almost demonic.

“Prepare to die.”

Arma let out a shriek the moment that voice appeared which made both Zatch and Stabs jump beside him. Right then, Arma just wanted no more than to rip the ear piece out, go to his room and dive under the covers until all the danger was gone like his seven year old self would have done. Before he had the chance though, the screen suddenly flooded with white light the same exact moment as Valentine spoke.

“Let the match begin!”

Author's note: So i got bored and decided I would type this one down. Honestly it came longer than I expected xD There WILL be mistakes considering I just wrote this down within an hour and I am too tired to check them so if you don't mind, please notify me if you see any mistakes? Anyway, any theories on whats happening to Arma? I would love to hear them!

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