The Plan Begins

"And the winner is… The Frost Dragon Squad!"

As the host made this announcement, O'jog looked at the two unconscious Dragons—both of whom had given him a rather close fight.

Closer than he had faced in an extremely long while.

'Did I go too far?' He wondered, watching as they were whisked away in spine boards by the paramedics specially prepared for the event.

O'jog knew they would be fine. After all, unless a contestant was dead—which was against the rules—the healing technology and Magic that they had was enough to resuscitate anyone in due time.

Still… he couldn't help but feel a little bad for going overboard.

'And then there's those two…' He eyed the female Dragons that followed the paramedics as they exited the stage. 'They weren't defeated by D'aru and L'ester, but instead surrendered after R'ai and Luc'ia were defeated.'