Burgundy guided her group to the center of the platform, standing ready for all to see her. Her weapon was easier to have casually than others, but not the easiest one to conceal. She felt pride, standing among her friends and opponents. They were the best that their respective schools, but Burgundy believed she and her team would stand out on top. 

But she also felt something else. It wasn't something the could describe as she fidgeted, but a feeling that she just had to endure. 

"Are you ready?" She asked her teammates. 

"Are you ready to win?"

Burgundy stood by, waiting for the random numbers to generate to decide who would be fighting who.

Meanwhile, Ophelia Cross sat in the box with her fellow teachers, playing on her scroll and whistling a jaunty tune to herself.