As the match loaded in, Irina's competitive instincts flared up.
'Alright. No more weird moments. No more distractions. It's game time.'
She cracked her fingers, eyes locked on the screen as their champions spawned in the base.
Astron's ranged carry stood beside her support champion, the two of them ready to head to bottom lane.
Irina immediately shifted into teacher mode.
"Alright, listen up," she said, gripping the controller. "We're heading bot lane. That's your main spot as the carry."
Astron nodded, following her movements. "Understood."
She smirked. "Now, your job early on? Stay safe. You're weak as hell right now—glass cannon types like you don't do much damage early, so it's usually better not to fight."
Astron hummed thoughtfully.
Then, after a moment, he asked—
"But, if the enemy is playing by the same rules, aren't they also weak too?"
Irina's brain short-circuited.
'…Wait.'
She paused.
