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[h1]𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒[/h1]
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[hr][center][color=silver]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥   / /   𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥: 𝕆𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝟚   / /  ~𝟙𝟠𝟛𝟘[/color][/center][hr]

Even though the environment in which the other two team would compete suggested to be far more restricted and controlled than the open field she had been previously, Angélique felt this game would go downhill quite fast just by looking at how one of the “healers” was sacking the whole place before the two teams even got to the playing field. She frowned at this sight of recklessness, but her gaze switched back and forth between the monitors and the profile sheets she had scattered on her bunk and had started scribbling on Gregory’s sheet, muttering "[color=9e0039]Holy shit, he sure doesn't want to make it easy for them to find him... such a reckless guy"[/color]

During preparation time, Angel however stared intently at the screens, analyzing everyone’s actions and reactions, their faces, their expressions, the way they were interacting with each other. It was impossible to hear what every member of each team was saying. If this really was a game simulating some sort of fighting situation, then the X-marked Canadian wanted to know who seemed to be the one taking charge, find potential leaders and who looked like to be the less complying ones. From such a simple game, there was actually interesting data she believed she could gather on her classmates.

Angel had however stopped writing notes on her personal profile sheets as soon as the battle had really started. The first real encounter got a little too intense. Gregory started jabbing a lamp post and even threw the toilet at Team 3. Then, there were Hazel breaking Gregory’s legs just after Zoe pinned the guy to the ground. Despite Emma’s intervention, the whole game just went straight to hell as Hazel decided it was a good idea to try and slice the roof apart. That raw amount of power surprised Angel greatly. How did they have so much trouble dealing with those monsters back then with such a powerful person as their classmate? Then shortly after came the part about Zoe melting her hostage’s face off as he seemed uncooperative. That part alone was enough to make the spectating Aberration jerk up from her bunk bed, turning her head sideways as to evade the grim sight of flesh rotting all the way to the bone.

[color=9e0039]“Oh my fucking god! What the fucking hell are they doing to him?”[/color] Angel groaned in frustration fueled by sickness. She never was one who liked seeing this kind of graphic violence. She actually wasn’t a fan of horror movies, especially the bloody and gory ones. 

She pushed a sigh of relief as when her sight returned to the monitors, Zoe was knocked out aside Gregory’s unconscious body. Dear god, was he dead? What did she miss? How did the red-haired girl end up out cold?

Her head turned to the jerk who had been monitoring this fight very closely. She had half a mind to get up and start yelling at Fredric, but judging from his looks and words, he seemed rather surprised himself and keen on keeping the situation under control. Whatever he was doing over there, Angel judged the whole situation to be poorly handled. Still, if he was actively trying to keep this mess from getting worse, then she could just stay put and continue watching the events unfolding, hoping no more of this bullshit would occur.

And what a fool’s hope it was. As it seemed, most of Team 4 fell from the roof. Fortunately, Emma’s creation was able to lift her off and avoid a deadly fall, but Ernest and Savannah weren’t that lucky. Angel’s leg trembled nervously as both fell down a floor or two. Her teeth chattered “Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit”, thinking both died from the fall. Surprisingly, both got up unharmed, brushing off the fall as if they had just tripped. Was that Ernest’s power? She thought for sure his power was being able to manifest a rope, not become invulnerable.

She sighed in relief at their welfare, but soon frowned once more as she witnessed Brent backstabbing Hazel with an aerial assault, bringing the handle of his machete onto the girl’s skull. As a result, the jackass quivered violently and fell unconscious as well, next to Hazel. Now Angélique knew what had happened to Zoe. It would have seemed any lethal actions they were warned against resulted in a shock being sent from the cuff strapped onto everyone’s ankle. Thinking about just what kind of control USARILN had over the students simply by tazing them out whenever they felt like it, the raven-haired X-marked in the observatory room felt only angrier by this thought.

[color=9e0039]“The fuck is this bullshit?”[/color] Angel threw her arms up in frustration, looking much like an angry spectator watching her hockey team losing the game in front of a monitor. 

The rest of the game, Angélique just kept on frowning and swearing at every little quirks that happened. The breaking point however was when Emma took hold of Allison with her bulky golem and Ernest stabbed the defenseless girl in the eye with a broken and jagged table leg. At the sight of her friend just dropping to the floor in pain, Angel shot up from her seat and yelled [color=9e0039]“What the fuck is wrong with these people!?”[/color]

By then, if it wasn’t for the fact that she would get tazed for even trying to leave the room in this state, she’d just go down there and shout at everyone ‘till their eardrums give out and make them go all unable to fight, unconscious even. 

The ever-growing ball of fury that Angélique was becoming shot out a glare at Fredric, half-minding to shout his sorry ass into stopping the game. But seeing as he was growing restless too over the phone, no doubt at Daisy judging from calling her name out more than a few times, Angel abstained herself from doing so. She was causing enough of a commotion as it was now, no need for everyone here to witness one of their own being tazed outside the game for becoming too restless.

With clenched teeth, the young Canadian woman let herself fall back onto the bunk bed, sitting against the wall. Fortunately, that was the last of the gruesome actions that was taken. Hazel quickly dealt with the rest of the game by slapping Emma and Savannah into submission quickly after Ernest fell unconscious for his lethal decision.

When the game was over, an evaluation sheet and a pen were given to everyone, Angel included.

[color=9e0039]“What the fuck?”[/color]

Calling this a game was a complete joke, an utter lack of sensitivity to the victims of this brutal fight. Feeling such, Angélique was disgusted by this blatant lack of care, and simply crumpled the evaluation sheet between her two hands.

[color=9e0039]“You can put your fucking sheet up where I’m thinking.”[/color] 

Angel called out as she threw the crumpled ball of paper at Fredric’s general direction. Her reactions throughout the game said it all. It was not even worthy of noting what needed improving. It was worthless to point this out if they were all lacking self-control by this point. That was something that everyone here would need to achieve first before even considering about improving their strategy or abilities.

Of course, Angel didn’t want to actually transmit her thoughts to be read by USARILN, and probably the other teams weren’t dumb enough to figure out what went wrong in the first place. Hell, probably even the others were thinking the same as she did and would put it into their own evaluation sheet. Until it would be time to leave Ground Zero, Angel returned to her profile sheets, scribbling down what she truly felt about what she had witnessed, for her eyes only.