no rules—just the orb

"Alright, no rules—just aim for the orb," Likombe mutters, his voice sharp as Marquis steals a glance at the river. He steps onto the flowing water, feeling its pull. His feet sink slightly, the surface trembling under his weight, but he manages to stay afloat. He can sense the current, its direction, its rhythm. He can't move the water, not yet, but he can harden it where he stands.

A strategy forms in his mind. Run to the orb, claim the win. Deal with Ryuji later.

Before he can act, a flash of steel cuts through his thoughts. A blade arcs toward his neck.

Marquis reacts instinctively, forcing the water to engulf him. He plunges into the river, cold liquid swallowing him whole. The icy grip tightens on his lungs, choking him as he sinks. Above, Ryuji lets out a curse, frustration sharp in the air.

From the riverbank, Alain watches the strike with wide eyes. "He's not pulling punches... He's really trying to kill Marquis!"