"That's pretty close to your choices there, Dra," the obnoxious announcer screamed into his microphone. His ceaseless attempts to turn this already entertainment infested, highly unnecessary tradition into a hyped show were inexcusable to Lydia. The crowd was petering out in their applause, stomping on the floor in a rhythmic fashion. Attempts, as the princess realized, was the wrong word here.
"They made the small but fairly important choice to only include one physical fighter, probably with the intent of focusing Thana over Nia," the sober lizardman said, sipping on his cup. "Not entirely unreasonable, but it means that Mario will have to take care of Nia on his own; the Secundus team is unlikely to just leave her tied up."
"You sure Thana won't just waltz over them?" Jeff pointed out.
Dra shrugged. "I guess it all depends on the wildcard here."