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[color=olive]"Alright, time's up!"[/color]

Martenell's voice cut through the chatter and whispers. [color=olive]"And you'd better have made good use of it,"[/color] she continued, leading everyone over to the sectioned cityscape. [color=olive]"Team One and Team Two, you'll face off against each other in section A. Teams Three and Four, to section B. Five and Six, to C. Seven and Eight, head to D..."[/color]

She gestured to various parts of the arena as she spoke, her scowl deepening at anyone who complained or dawdled. Dunwich, on the other hand, let her excitement burst loose like the tendrils that made a reappearance. [color=crimson]"Well, UJ, here's the moment we've been waiting for!"[/color] she squealed as soon as Martenell finished calling out matchups. [color=crimson]"I hope you're all as geared up as I am!"[/color] She held up a whistle in one hand and a megaphone in the other as she launched into another dance, each tendril gripping a pom-pom.

[color=crimson]"Go teams! Go teams of three! Go teams! Classes A, B and C!"[/color] The chant filled the arena through the megaphone. [color=crimson]"Go teams! Into the fray! And now let's get this underwaaaaaaaay!!"[/color] Clusters of spikes knifed out from the tips of her tendrils, ripping up the pom-poms, the pieces flying in all directions like fireworks as she blew the whistle.

Dusting glittery shreds off of her clothes, Martenell sighed. [color=olive]"Do you ever tone it down?"[/color] she muttered, sharp eyes turning from Dunwich to the screen that would show each recorded fight. Time to see what UJ's trainee heroes had learned.