With a beam of light, the fifteen contenders appeared in the middle of the Field, their battered and bruised armours falling off their bodies in quick succession.
Raph was first, his battered onyx Armour falling off with ease as he stretched his muscles.
Sophie came next, her calm mask replacing the range of emotions that was once plastered on her face.
The battle had gone well, at least until the end.
The scene seemed to have left quite an impression on Team Gold, leaving them mesmerized and taken aback.
Their expressions were clouded in a mask of indifference, their thoughts spinning in overdrive at the scene.
On multiple occasions in that instant, they had seen it not twice or thrice but multiple times. Of course, that describes the number of times their lives flash before their eyes.
Elsie dropped her weapons, her gaze shifting to the sight around them.
