After entering the dressing rooms, just before crossing into the arena, Steward stared at them intently.
"Although we are not blind and know how to control our weapons, in this scenario, death is permitted, because that is what the system wants. Therefore, if anyone tries to kill you while you're up there, I give you complete freedom to use whatever you want, if you so desire, and kill them. I will take full responsibility." He declared firmly.
Elliot, Jenna, and the others nodded.
"Don't worry, Mr. Steward. If they try to kill us, I'm sure they'll feel what it means to really fight," Elliot said, smiling coldly.
While he wasn't sure he could win this fight, he was sure that if he used his trump cards, it wouldn't be impossible to kill them, even though several of them seemed to be above Master Rank.
Steward nodded. "Good. Then go out there and show them what you're made of. Remember our mission."
Finally, everyone entered the arena.
