Octavia

Everyone sat on a piece of ruin within the arena. It’s clear as day that all of them are annoyed about what just happened. Anyone would be if they lose to the same person over and over without any sign of getting close to victory at all. That’s the effect that Octavia has on them and, that’s why they all share the same brooding look. As if thinking how they’d win the next time around.

Meanwhile, Octavia sat at the far end where everyone else are. She gazed at the fake sky created by Merlin’s skill. A cloudy one that didn’t allow a single ray of sunshine to penetrate through.

“I’d say that all of you did well in the training but, that would be lying on my part.” Merlin began as he got close to his allies.

“Right off the bat huh.” Sylvie said as she laid back on a piece of concrete. “Shouldn’t you have buttered us up with affirmations before moving on to something like that?”

“That won’t do any of us any good.” Amused, Merlin said. “Anyway, you guys don’t have to worry about the next pa