Ahara rushed past the group of parents heading into the grounds toward their kids, weaving among them like the troubled sister she was, with Kingston following right behind her.
"They don't have weapons," old man Twiller had said, making it sound like the kids would just run around the stadium and tag each other out.
The young lady felt stupid for believing his words.
She too once went through Gibforge's selection process damnit—there was always bound to be a showcase of skills or agility somewhere in the trials. She should have known when the commentator said nothing about the children fighting or the shifters being allowed to use their abilities. Of course, they were going to use some kind of force to tag their opponents out.
This is Gibbous!
