The elders leaned in, their eyes gleaming with amusement as Damien Bloodbane and Maru took their seats.
With an exaggerated flourish, Riki tossed him a hat.
"Can't play without it," he said, smirking.
Damien Bloodbane caught it and examined the ridiculous thing.
It was identical to Maru's and Riki's—strange, pointed, and with a single sharp spike protruding outward.
Riki clapped his hands together and brought out a simple line drawing of a cat. "Alright! You both know the rules! Weave your mana into this cat symbol and use it to push the coffee sphere."
"First one to get splashed loses," another elder added.
"And no brute force." Riki continued. "This is about mana manipulative ability."
Maru cracked his knuckles. "Ready to wash my under garments for a month, brat?"
Damien Bloodbane's eyes gleamed. "Ready to take your money."
The elders cheered, placing last-minute bets.
Riki raised his hand. "Alright, match starts in three… two… one!"
Shua!
