Desk Guy stared at the monitor, chin resting on his intertwined fingers.
He had watched the fight, of course he had he wouldn't miss it for the life of him, and was unsure how to feel.
Why was the Priest so cold?!
Why was their War Sight so strong?!
Yet despite these thoughts he was ecstatic! Such a clear and straightforward win in the beginning! This would clearly serve as a morale boost regardless of how cold one was.
Too bad he had to wait so long for their next match!
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"Boss. . . this-"
"Stop calling me Boss."
The flaming red-haired archer hesitated before continuing, "This fight was a little too one sided."
"Do you understand why I said we have to watch them?"
"Ha! So some Priest has a strong skill, so what? If we can't combat against some random skill, we should quit now!"
The blue-haired individual looked over, "Feyn, let's not be overconfident. After all that is only one of their members."
Feyn harrumphed but said no more.
